mrcool

You know there comes a time in your life, at least there has in mine, that you stand back and look at everything around you. Who you are, who are your friends, what you do, why, an understanding of your own spirituality etc etc..
Well recently I tried to categorise myself. Firstly let me give you a brief run down of my life. Now pay attention because there will be a questions later Sorry for this self indulgence.
Grew up in ritzy part of England on a golf course going to a well know private school. Dad a high profile media leader and mum a popular model/actress. Parents divorced at 7. Emigrated to Australia, poor, when I was Eleven with a new father. Fought my way through 7 different schools as they did not like "pohms" in those days. Flunked out of school. Went to Agricultural college and studied agriculture. Got the dux. Worked as a scientific officer with a government bureau. Left for no good reason and worked in big dept store chain as a trainee and then sales manager for seven years. Became a photographer through self study, did that for seven years & became one of Qld's leading phtographers. Started a bridal magazine company it is now the biggest bridal publisher in the country. Became a magazine publisher. Consulted with Vogue, APN and other media leaders on publishing concepts. Was married for 11 years. Engaged to Miss Qld. She cost me my company in 1997. Went from rich to poor overnight - again! Since have had more girlfriends than hot breakfasts. Mum has been married now 5 times. Dad was married 3 times and retired in Portugal before he died. I have travelled extensively, been stinking rich and so poor that I would fish cigarettes buts out of my ashtray to get a nicotine hit. I have loved and been loved. I have two beautiful talented children who live with their mother. I smoke pot and cigarettes, take drugs when offered (Unless they are really hard) and have an IQ over 140. I also have a wierd spritual gift that gives me an ability to "read" people and do things. Won't digress here cuz my credibility is tattered enough. Also play guitar and write and record music, which I am too close too to have published. Ok the truth is I've never allowed myself to be a struggling artist with my music - Parental responsibilities - you know....
Ok, here's the question....... Anyone know anyone who has had a similar life? I need a soul mate, and, should I risk everything and follow my true dream to be a musician when I know I will be poor for a long while. (My kids would be ok but not as well off as if I maintain the publishing career)
Finally a big thankyou to Hexe and Maxi for keeping me smiling of late. If ever I need cheering up I just go and read their journals. My apologoes for not being very funny of late, unfortunately I have been miserable! However I am sick of being miserable now so get ready for some humour so funny you'll.......... laugh