If I write it, it may jinx it...
I haven't written in months now...not on any sort of journal, anyway. So it is time for an update.
I love my job. I work 4 days a week, in jeans, at something I do incredibly well.
At this point, it seems that my ego is satiated regardless of what the job actually entails, as long as I do it well, and I am. Travel agent seems to make sense as a career choice for me at this time...I have been/or know someone who lives near almost every airport in the US, and Although I have not been to the caribbean...it almost seems to be more important to relate to where people are coming from verses where their ultimate destination lies. (Take that existentially, if you will)I work 4 days a week/3 off in a row, from Thursday through Sunday...which means I get to avoid family drama altogether in most cases. Everything is on my terms at last! Bwahaha!
My home life is great, I am well off financially for the first time in ages. John just quit his job, and I have more than enough fundage to support him while he acts as my house-bitch for a while until he finds something that makes as much as I do. It's excellant; there is no excuse for domestic violence, unless my dinner isn't on the table by the time I get home at 2am.(just kidding)
I am actually getting a lot of my story ideas on paper...albeit slowly. During slow season, hopefully I can work on some of them during my down time from work.
I have had several long lost friends get back in touch with me over the past month...and although I suck at correspondance, It still makes me feel pretty damn good.
And, I was right, after getting the ol' tubes tied, I have been losing weight. (affording a personal trainer helps too.) I keep saying I'll get back into artistic modelling....but I don't know yet if that is an empty promise to myself or not.
For Christmas, I found the artist who made my orginal crow necklace which I "lost" to someone else. She made me a new one, and I wear it almost every day. John says he's going to help me find a better chain for it.
I have no real problems in the day to day to speak of... I have desires to move to someplace nicer and closer to the woods...or to move out of pennsy althogether, I have desires to take some classes and earn that damned degree, and I have been playing around with learning Hatha or some other sort of calming yoga to give me more focus.
But I can't complain. About anything, really.
Being an isolationist seems to be a good thing for me at this time, I suppose.
Spiritually, I am doing alright. It's too cold to go to the park, but mentally, I have been incredibly active. My friend Jake has been helping me work through some shit, and I have been having incredibly vivid dreams as of late.
And it helps that I am back in touch with Dave again, even though our conversations are usually mundane, somehow, he keeps me feeling a little more "awake" and in tune with things verses when we weren't talking.
Last night, an old German woman told me in a dream which I knew was a dream that I needed to keep a journal of how my dreams interacted with my waking, and create a book. Perhaps I should.
Perhaps, I'm full of myself.
Perhaps, I've earned it a little. Who knows.
I love my job. I work 4 days a week, in jeans, at something I do incredibly well.
At this point, it seems that my ego is satiated regardless of what the job actually entails, as long as I do it well, and I am. Travel agent seems to make sense as a career choice for me at this time...I have been/or know someone who lives near almost every airport in the US, and Although I have not been to the caribbean...it almost seems to be more important to relate to where people are coming from verses where their ultimate destination lies. (Take that existentially, if you will)I work 4 days a week/3 off in a row, from Thursday through Sunday...which means I get to avoid family drama altogether in most cases. Everything is on my terms at last! Bwahaha!
My home life is great, I am well off financially for the first time in ages. John just quit his job, and I have more than enough fundage to support him while he acts as my house-bitch for a while until he finds something that makes as much as I do. It's excellant; there is no excuse for domestic violence, unless my dinner isn't on the table by the time I get home at 2am.(just kidding)
I am actually getting a lot of my story ideas on paper...albeit slowly. During slow season, hopefully I can work on some of them during my down time from work.
I have had several long lost friends get back in touch with me over the past month...and although I suck at correspondance, It still makes me feel pretty damn good.
And, I was right, after getting the ol' tubes tied, I have been losing weight. (affording a personal trainer helps too.) I keep saying I'll get back into artistic modelling....but I don't know yet if that is an empty promise to myself or not.
For Christmas, I found the artist who made my orginal crow necklace which I "lost" to someone else. She made me a new one, and I wear it almost every day. John says he's going to help me find a better chain for it.
I have no real problems in the day to day to speak of... I have desires to move to someplace nicer and closer to the woods...or to move out of pennsy althogether, I have desires to take some classes and earn that damned degree, and I have been playing around with learning Hatha or some other sort of calming yoga to give me more focus.
But I can't complain. About anything, really.
Being an isolationist seems to be a good thing for me at this time, I suppose.
Spiritually, I am doing alright. It's too cold to go to the park, but mentally, I have been incredibly active. My friend Jake has been helping me work through some shit, and I have been having incredibly vivid dreams as of late.
And it helps that I am back in touch with Dave again, even though our conversations are usually mundane, somehow, he keeps me feeling a little more "awake" and in tune with things verses when we weren't talking.
Last night, an old German woman told me in a dream which I knew was a dream that I needed to keep a journal of how my dreams interacted with my waking, and create a book. Perhaps I should.
Perhaps, I'm full of myself.
Perhaps, I've earned it a little. Who knows.