Today, while at a routine stop at the Goodwill, I put these three items on the counter. They were exactly what I was looking for. We don’t have the time nor resources to get into the logistics of exactly why I needed this combination of items, but one could assume that I’m a third degree pervert who is planning on using exhibits A & B to lure a small child into my presence in order to lock them inside of exhibit C.
Based on the death glare I got from the Cashier, that’s definitely my plan. [as if she’s one to judge]
But that’s not why we’re here. Wait, why are we here? No, really, I was hoping you’d have the answer cus….
Listen. I know, I know. I don’t write a blog for, like, decades and all the sudden here I am with the one-two punch. But see, that’s how it works around here. This isn’t a “real” blog, this is more of an update. Housekeeping, if you will. I have been a bit MIA around the blogosphere lately, and it’s not because you’re getting on my every last nerve. Although…
As some of you may know, I lost my job last fall. No, there’s no blog that I can refer you to so that you can read about this seemingly dreadful but actually wonderful experience; however, that is definitely something I’ll add to my list. Cus Holy Crapballs, that was messed up. If you’ve lost your job recently, and there’s a good chance that you have – especially if you live in my dumpster of a state – you’ll understand what I’m about to say.
Losing your job can mean all sorts of things: a chance to reinvent yourself, an opportunity to do something you really love, a new start, or a spiraling depression that leaves you wallowing in self pity. For me, it meant all of the above. This brings me to my point, and yes, I have one this time. After I ate every morsel of hidden [but apparently not very well] holiday candy, watched every unfortunate chick flick that I owned – twice, and spent the better half of two months unshowered and locked away in darkness, I slowly managed to yank myself out impending doom and decided to pursue writing. It is, after all, the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do – even though I tried almost every other option. That process has been the most tragically-unfortunate-and-frightening-experience-turned-wonderful-surprise of my life. And I’m determined to make it work. Because well, if you have even the smallest chance of being able to do what you love – you should. Enough with the fear. Enough with the procrastination. Enough with the negativity. With that being said, go make yourself happy already – even though it might mean you’re broke for awhile about a year. ***Also, in the midst of this pursuit, combined with an excess of time on my hands, I’ve also discovered another passion I’m quite siked about, but one thing at a time here.
So my point is.. crap. Hold on.
I had to check my notes. My point is…. that I’ve been busy lately working on “business stuff.” And that would be a major understatement. So, remember how I used to have that freelance writing website that was really super duper ghetto? Psssh. Guess who ain’t ghetto no mo? That was just a temporary site [ come ON, a little credit please? ] and I’ve been slaving away on a dashing new web presence, among about fifty other pressing matters.
You can check it out on my freelance writing website, wordsbybrit.com.
