Testing the Blog Touch thing! Not sure I like it yet, but I got it for free and though, IMMAGETIT!!!
Photo thanks to David Guison
It’s probably an exaggeration. But it doesn’t feel like it ever halts. Not that it’s a bad thing. If there’s a chance to spread yourself thin for your passion, you do it. And if it makes money and finds fame and fortune, I’d say it’s time well spent.
They say, you don’t bite the hand that feeds you. That’s a point well taken. I will not dare even attempt. But there’s nothing wrong with using your own hands to get your own food and for feeding yourself.
Over the past several (forever) weeks, I haven’t had much down time at all. The demands for both work and my personal endeavors could drive one person crazy. But while others meet with friends and spend the day in and maybe spend time buying things, I use it to sell things.
I’ve been working non stop, but I guess if you want success you never stop.
Met someone before working on a Sunday, saying it’s better than doing nothing at home. Can you imagine? I like doing nothing at home. Getting a break from busy life, it’s always welcome. Maybe that’s not a ticket to fame and fortune.
I’m not rich. Far from it! But I like earning money. Perhaps the most stressful is the fact that (PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME!) I have to spend 20 days at an office I didn’t build. It’s taking time away from an office I had built for myself. I only get to play my real self two days a week, instead of the other way around. Not to say I’m unappreciative… I care for where I am now. But I can’t help but wonder where I’m going to be… And for how much longer until I get there…
What is life like outside of here?Would I fare well if I tried out my big boy pants in the big bad world out there? Or is everything the same? Are we all in for a shitfest?
Writing an entry makes me feel fulfilled. But I can’t always write a post. I can’t say I don’t have time. And I can’t say I have some form of writer’s block. Because I write mails and notes all day round.
It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that I seem to be driving a conclusion to, but a fact is devoid of any emotion, so let’s get to it:
I have limited creativity.
Nor do I have a fancy source of whimsical adventures or critical opinions. To some people’s disdain of my opinion, I am but a floating entity in space, with a website of zero readers. I know it’s an exaggeration of how I feel about my existence. People I consider relevant have a considerable concern about me, and I’m not discounting the gratitude I have about it.
Some careers require creativity. Writers, painters, all driven by inspiration. But what is mine? I wish I were 90% talent and 10% hard work. But hardly anyone is. At least for myself, it’s the other way around. My only inspiration at the moment is some 8 bit pixelated pseudo square comprised of varying rectangles sans shadows.