I’ve settled into a weekly routine and it feels great. It seems I’ll have just enough time in my real life to keep working on my passion while working a different job for a living. After extensive struggle, I’ve finally risen to the same creative level as Memphis artists! Accomplishing this in downtown Seattle is a coup for me no matter what the haters say. I essentially abandoned the lap of luxury to chase this half-cocked dream across the country. It’s excellent to be stable again for the first time in years. 

I’m working on stories and yoga in stuttering increments. Both of these things are keys to my future happiness and I’m strongly committed to future me. I owe it to past me. In these early stages it’s nice to have space to breath. I don’t want to dawdle too long but I’ve essentially given myself the month off from completing thoughts. I’m creating new drafts for stories and posting train-of-thought bullshit like this.

I have a few stories I want to work on but each of them involve relating tales of my social stupidity. In any one of my stories I am the villain from a different telling. I come across as ignorant, close-minded and racist at different times in my life. I know my intent is never one based in hatred or malice.  I am a good person and generally dislike humans equally. Most of my offensive comments derive from a place of honest ignorance. I was denied a chance to experience any world but the one that raised me – it’s not shocking I adapted poorly in college.

I’m not sure what direction my life is going to take from here.  Living the dream comes with looming uncertainty about life in general.  It’s bittersweet knowing I’m experiencing the best part of my life right now.  Every time something good happens I’m sure this is the peak of my story.  Then something gets better.  A while ago I decided the mountain I’m navigating won’t win by concession.  I’m going to keep climbing until I get to the top, or fall trying.  I’ve gone as high as I can see, the next bit is in the clouds.  Uncharted territory.