I've rededicated myself to my writing...again. I think it's just the fact that I'm turning 25 next week and I feel as if I haven't done much of anything at all or anything of significance in all of the years that I've walked this earth. It's going to take me a while to get my writing career started, maybe, and I don't want to waste any more time than I have to working dead end jobs where I constantly find my worth being undervalued either by myself or my employer. I know what I'm good at and what I'm not good at, to a certain degree, and I really don't want to keep wasting my time.
Still looking for a second job. I think I'll work two jobs for a while to see how things work out and possibly quit one in the future. Who knows.
I just hope that this feeling doesn't end, or if it does I just hope I remember what it feels like. And I think that I will.
Take care, gentle readers.
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