Can I post here every day too?
I had a productive day. I got some OCD things done in my email. Things I feel good about. Mostly I feel good about today. Even though like every day there are things I would have liked to done, and didn't. Most important of all I wrote. Two entries in my blog. And now an entry in my livejournal. Writing is my life and I need to do as much of it as I can. I didn't do much reading today, tomorrow.
I still feel a little lost. I want to change something soon. Everything feels so restless. It is in part the energy of spring around me. The call of the road. The desire to head out and do something grand. But the real challenge for me may be to do something grand inside. Maybe I can chart a future for myself where I am in Vancouver. But it doesn't feel like home anymore.
The problem is what the problem has always been, how? I am looking for a job. One which pays a decent wage: enough to pay rent, buy food, pay down my debt, maybe buy a new car, and have a few hundred dollars a year of spending cash. What kind of job? Well a writing job. Maybe a job for a national magazine where I could do profiles on pepople. I guess it could be politicians and celebrities, but I like writing about real people and real lives. I've had the dream of having my own magazine for a while, Real People and Issues. I could also cover important issues from a different perspective. I love writing. I love people: getting to know people and their dreams. And I also love learning about the important issues which touch people's lives. And then sharing the information in a way people can connect to as readers. If my writing doesn't push people to think, push people to act, then it isn't at its best.
Right now I am about to go to sleep. Maybe dream a good dream. Tomorrow is the new moon. So be ready for changes. I know I feel ready for changes. Maybe an angel investor to drop some cash in my lap and make my dream come true. Or maybe just an angel to drop into my life and make other dreams come true.
Goodnight.
I still feel a little lost. I want to change something soon. Everything feels so restless. It is in part the energy of spring around me. The call of the road. The desire to head out and do something grand. But the real challenge for me may be to do something grand inside. Maybe I can chart a future for myself where I am in Vancouver. But it doesn't feel like home anymore.
The problem is what the problem has always been, how? I am looking for a job. One which pays a decent wage: enough to pay rent, buy food, pay down my debt, maybe buy a new car, and have a few hundred dollars a year of spending cash. What kind of job? Well a writing job. Maybe a job for a national magazine where I could do profiles on pepople. I guess it could be politicians and celebrities, but I like writing about real people and real lives. I've had the dream of having my own magazine for a while, Real People and Issues. I could also cover important issues from a different perspective. I love writing. I love people: getting to know people and their dreams. And I also love learning about the important issues which touch people's lives. And then sharing the information in a way people can connect to as readers. If my writing doesn't push people to think, push people to act, then it isn't at its best.
Right now I am about to go to sleep. Maybe dream a good dream. Tomorrow is the new moon. So be ready for changes. I know I feel ready for changes. Maybe an angel investor to drop some cash in my lap and make my dream come true. Or maybe just an angel to drop into my life and make other dreams come true.
Goodnight.