Quitting

[truculent]

I feel as though I'm moving a hundred miles a minute stationed
quite steady in from of this computer. For the first time, in a long
time, I lack any awareness as to what my days will bring.

I took a leap towards personal happiness, leaving behind the
security of employment that paid my bills and allowed extra
change for exciting endeavors - for absolutely nothing.
It's been the first time of doing something completely irresponsible,
and my soul is choking at the reality.

I'm left to feel frantic, but not scared. I'm resourceful and
will probably find a new spot before the month is over, but
what a strange sensation. In a lot of ways, I don't enjoy it;
I have no boundaries of a schedule - I have no starting point
of even comprehending what I can and can not do.

I keep getting requests from photographers as to when I can shoot,
sure at this moment, my days are free all the time - but that
can change, and I'll have to decline my involvement that day.

I suppose, that isn't the end of the world, as I find myself
doing this whole modeling thing for my own personal enjoyment,
that provides an excuse to get out of the house.

Yikes, that was a lot of 'I' - in front of each paragraph/statement.

-blar- I wish I had more time and better means of straightening
everything out.