I’ll be 30 August 30th 2018 (my golden birthday). Like clockwork, every year, around Christmas time, I get sick, usually the flu. This started around the time I moved to Phoenix, which was in 2006, and has followed me through my move to Los Angeles. One would think, a man in his late twenties, at this point, would realize it may be smart to get a flu shot to avoid all this… but not me.
So, I’ve been in bed the past two days, downing orange juice and sleeping in hopes my body will stop betraying me and recover. Next year I am getting a flu shot. I HATE being sick. I’m a rather independent person and being sick just reminds me that I don’t have anyone to take care of me or look after me, and I don’t like to think of that.
I haven’t been writing here lately, so I figured I’d give a bit of an update on Los Angeles life. I started a second job at the end of Nov. I had been looking for a while, and nothing panned out. I could survive of the income I was making at my full time job, but I want to live a bit more comfortably, so I found a second job. It’s been fun, though more hard work than I expected, which may or may not have contributed to me getting sick this year.
I wish I had a side job or side hustle that worked towards my ultimate goal of being a writer, but at this time, I don’t know how to make that happen, so I’ll write on the side for fear, and collect this extra income.
For a while, I lost my motivation to write at all, even journal, which I’ve also started to get back into. But it is coming back, and oddly enough, the second job is starting to light a fire in me. I think, these five hours I spend here three to four times a week could be spent writing. I’m feeling inspired to write more in my few time, now that I can let go of some stress about money, and I’m also thinking more about other ways to increase my income, such as find an audience for this blog and monetize it. Time will tell. In the meantime, I’m going to keep busting my ass and I’m also going to keep cultivating script ideas.
There are times when I have my doubts about moving here. Granted, it has only been about two years, but I feel, hell, I know, I haven’t been doing enough to get me where I want to be, or even put me on the path to where I want to be and I come down on myself pretty hard about that. I have a lot of insecurities and fears that hold me back and I’m trying to work through them, as I know once I do, the sky’s the limit.
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