I think I might have actually have something to say. Again.
I've just spent a few moments cruising through my old posts. I know they only go back to 2005, but it seems like eons ago that I wrote that stuff. Clearly I was in a much different place then, mentally, andI think the writings covey that.
Rambling, complaining, informing. Being too serious about things I don't understand. Not being serious enough about everything else. These were the trends.
And hear it is, nearly May of 2007. After all that time, I think I'm ready to talk again.
Maybe it's just my environment. For the duration of my heavy-SG-posting-period, I was doing stuff; went to design school, got tossed out of a life-changing relationship, moved a couple of times... Busy.
Busy, with lots to think about. And lots to write about (although it wasn't all serious -I did have a silly number of postings focusing on the lowercase 'g').
But since then, school's done, past relationships are mostly forgotten, scars have healed. Since I graduated I've spent about 50% of the time working at a regular old job: this would be around the time I fell off SG. I missed it. It just wasn't time. You can only write so much about selling a yard of pea gravel before you just want to puke.
Now, after a couple-month stint at a fraudulent magazine company, I'm pretty exhausted. After having steady income for years, suddenly my paycheques were bouncing and my employer was nowhere to be found (turns out he used my pay to score some rock up-Island - fucking junkie). It sucked, hard, but I'm not really one to dwell on the bad stuff.
So, lessons were learned, and I met a couple of people that I'm sure it was my fate to meet. Since then, I've began a partnership with an incredibly talented software programmer, and I now design websites for a living. The self-employment thing still scares the shit out of me, but we've already got a surprisingly loyal client base. And I don't have a boss. And I come to work at, like, ten or eleven. *yawn*
Most importantly, though, I'm doing what I love. This is it, folks, this is the answer to everything: find what you love to do and just do it. It's not easy, the hours are really, really long, and I can't seem to afford to pay my bills. But hey, fuck bill collectors - I'm happy, inspired, and feeling creative pretty much all of the time.
Plus I've got stuff to write about again.
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So, to anyone that may conceivably care, I'm back. Thanks for the patience, you silly pirates.
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PS It was not, at all, in any way, shape, or form, personal. At all. You rock. I missed you.
I've just spent a few moments cruising through my old posts. I know they only go back to 2005, but it seems like eons ago that I wrote that stuff. Clearly I was in a much different place then, mentally, andI think the writings covey that.
Rambling, complaining, informing. Being too serious about things I don't understand. Not being serious enough about everything else. These were the trends.
And hear it is, nearly May of 2007. After all that time, I think I'm ready to talk again.
Maybe it's just my environment. For the duration of my heavy-SG-posting-period, I was doing stuff; went to design school, got tossed out of a life-changing relationship, moved a couple of times... Busy.
Busy, with lots to think about. And lots to write about (although it wasn't all serious -I did have a silly number of postings focusing on the lowercase 'g').
But since then, school's done, past relationships are mostly forgotten, scars have healed. Since I graduated I've spent about 50% of the time working at a regular old job: this would be around the time I fell off SG. I missed it. It just wasn't time. You can only write so much about selling a yard of pea gravel before you just want to puke.
Now, after a couple-month stint at a fraudulent magazine company, I'm pretty exhausted. After having steady income for years, suddenly my paycheques were bouncing and my employer was nowhere to be found (turns out he used my pay to score some rock up-Island - fucking junkie). It sucked, hard, but I'm not really one to dwell on the bad stuff.
So, lessons were learned, and I met a couple of people that I'm sure it was my fate to meet. Since then, I've began a partnership with an incredibly talented software programmer, and I now design websites for a living. The self-employment thing still scares the shit out of me, but we've already got a surprisingly loyal client base. And I don't have a boss. And I come to work at, like, ten or eleven. *yawn*
Most importantly, though, I'm doing what I love. This is it, folks, this is the answer to everything: find what you love to do and just do it. It's not easy, the hours are really, really long, and I can't seem to afford to pay my bills. But hey, fuck bill collectors - I'm happy, inspired, and feeling creative pretty much all of the time.
Plus I've got stuff to write about again.
+ + + + + + + + + + + + +
So, to anyone that may conceivably care, I'm back. Thanks for the patience, you silly pirates.
+ + + + + + + + + + + + +
PS It was not, at all, in any way, shape, or form, personal. At all. You rock. I missed you.