A One Man Show
Someone suggested I start updating this thing, and after some thought I decided I probably should. I was reading through some of my old entries and realized that getting the crazy-shit out of my head helps me sort it all out.
I've been writing and erasing only to re-write something else that ends up erased for a good twenty minutes now---and all I have is two half-ass sentences. I guess I can't force anything to come out.
I've been nostalgic lately, thinking about growing up and high school. The friends I've lost touch with---the friends that I didn't.
Trent. Where did he go and what really wedged us apart when we were so close since 4th grade? I remember being the one that was trying to make the friendship work in the end of it all, but time has a funny way of cloaking the truth, so perhaps I'll just leave that enigma to be solved another day. I did call him to wish him a happy 21st birthday this last year. It was always easy to remember because it's the day after mine.
Jessica. My wonder twin. My Oprah. My darling Nikki. If I ever lost touch with her, it better be because one of us went to Mars! I saw her this last Friday; we celebrated St. Patrick's day together. It didn't matter or occur to either of us that we hadn't seen each other in forever---we talk daily, so it feels like we're always around each other. It does get me down sometimes that I can't just pick up and drive down to her, or vise versa, with me being in Shreveport and her being in (almost) Houston. But! a lighter note on that: she's moving to Tyler for the summer, and then on to Dallas in the Fall!
Business. It's not where I want it to be, but it's getting closer as the weeks go by. I'm working too many projects at once and probably overworking myself, but I suppose that happens when you're a one man show. I hope to have that changed by the end of the year as my business continues to grow.
I don't really think of Shreveport as home, but then again, Tyler doesn't feel like home either. I'm going to have to do some traveling till I find out where I want to plant my feet and stay a while. Somewhere I'll be happy to live. Somewhere that fits ME. I love my family, but I hate living here---and as much as it would pain me, I will more than likely end up leaving them for happiness elsewhere. Is that wrong? Should I feel bad about that?
I've always felt bad for being selfish and doing things for myself, but I think I NEED to at this point in my life. I'm absolutely positive that it's a requisite to living your life to the fullest.
Cheers!
xoxoxo
I've been writing and erasing only to re-write something else that ends up erased for a good twenty minutes now---and all I have is two half-ass sentences. I guess I can't force anything to come out.
I've been nostalgic lately, thinking about growing up and high school. The friends I've lost touch with---the friends that I didn't.
Trent. Where did he go and what really wedged us apart when we were so close since 4th grade? I remember being the one that was trying to make the friendship work in the end of it all, but time has a funny way of cloaking the truth, so perhaps I'll just leave that enigma to be solved another day. I did call him to wish him a happy 21st birthday this last year. It was always easy to remember because it's the day after mine.
Jessica. My wonder twin. My Oprah. My darling Nikki. If I ever lost touch with her, it better be because one of us went to Mars! I saw her this last Friday; we celebrated St. Patrick's day together. It didn't matter or occur to either of us that we hadn't seen each other in forever---we talk daily, so it feels like we're always around each other. It does get me down sometimes that I can't just pick up and drive down to her, or vise versa, with me being in Shreveport and her being in (almost) Houston. But! a lighter note on that: she's moving to Tyler for the summer, and then on to Dallas in the Fall!
Business. It's not where I want it to be, but it's getting closer as the weeks go by. I'm working too many projects at once and probably overworking myself, but I suppose that happens when you're a one man show. I hope to have that changed by the end of the year as my business continues to grow.
I don't really think of Shreveport as home, but then again, Tyler doesn't feel like home either. I'm going to have to do some traveling till I find out where I want to plant my feet and stay a while. Somewhere I'll be happy to live. Somewhere that fits ME. I love my family, but I hate living here---and as much as it would pain me, I will more than likely end up leaving them for happiness elsewhere. Is that wrong? Should I feel bad about that?
I've always felt bad for being selfish and doing things for myself, but I think I NEED to at this point in my life. I'm absolutely positive that it's a requisite to living your life to the fullest.
Cheers!
xoxoxo