Have you ever felt like you needed to write, but you weren’t sure what you wanted or needed to say? That’s where I’m at. Right now I have so many things going on and I don’t know what to do…so I sit at home in front of my computer, listening to talk soup in the background. Productive, right?
I’m supposed to call a guy about a job at 12:30pm, but I don’t want to call. I already have two jobs. I contacted this guy when I thought I was going to quit one of my jobs. The last thing I need is another job at this point.
I find myself in this place that so many artists find themself. I am working my self to death so that I can one day persue my art…and somewhere inside of me I fear that “one day” will never come. I’ve thought about putting in notices at my jobs and just going for it…but I’m in ATL not LA…I can’t just do extra work til I get my break.
So I just don’t know what’s going on with me.
