The year I said “fuck it.”
Life as I know it
Let’s get real—a long list of lofty goals (especially without a plan to make them happen) on Jan. 1 will be a list of abandoned items by Feb. 1.
This morning I saw an ad on writing blog posts faster with robots. And it perfectly summed up the disgust I feel toward what it takes to keep my name out there. That we must now rely on effing ROBOTS to be able to keep the pace.
Happy new year to me. 🙂
Here’s the truth of it all. I am passionate about writing. But once I started publishing, I replaced the need for creativity with a need to escape the daily grind of 9-5 work. My life goal became to make enough money from my books to quit my day job altogether and write for a living….
I wrote this in my journal this morning, and was just going to keep this private. But I realized as I was writing that these are thoughts I’d like to share—because leaving a place of employment for a new job comes with a whole slew of emotions. My last day is tomorrow, and I am …
Watch any movie about an accident, and good cinematography will play the scene in slow motion. This is what it felt like as I sailed through air. I was aware of everything – the feeling of weightlessness before I landed, watching my dad drive away, believing he’d never know I was gone and I’d be lost forever.
A Rob Bell podcast helped me see everything I already knew.
I think we all can agree that this year has been a whirlwind of a year. Now, no one wanted to claim 2021 to be “their year,” but let’s be honest – we were thinking it. I mean, anything had to be better than 2020, right? But here we are at the end of 2021, and, well….
The dark is all I saw through a winter that lasted for years until I finally left in the spring. And then, there was light.