CHECKING IN:
Work?
My feelings on work depend on the day.
Some days I leave feeling like a million mother fucking dollars...knowing this is EXACTLY why I risked so much to make this happen.
Some days I leave with my resume in the passenger seat.
I'm making in two weeks what I used to make in a night. That's humbling. But I'm not giving up.
The past week...plus...has been good. A bunch of the good days strung together. And today I was told I'd be getting my very own shop uniform...complete with my own little name on a tag...GOT to love it!!!
HOME:
You might think that living with eight other people...yes, I said EIGHT other people would be totally sucky and horrible. But...it's not. In fact, sometimes it's a whole lot of fun
We're a very random grouping of people...aging from 19 to 56...and yet somehow...we all get along...
Did I mention we also have a dog and three cats?
Truth be told...living with so many yucky boys has taught me the glory of being clean...doing dishes...cleaning the bathroom...etc...all of which I do, for no other reason than it makes me feel good to know I'm FINALLY keeping the new years resolution I've had for a good two years...which is...to be neater.
Like I told J my landlord...the 22 year old surfer dude who owns this place...I only clean because I like to feel all self-righteous about it...knowing deep down inside, I'm a total and complete fucking slob...
SOCIAL LIFE:
Well...there isn't any to speak of as of yet.
This could be upsetting...but I've spoken to my gods and they told me that I'm exactly where I should be. They told me, y'know what? Sit the fuck down...relax...enjoy...you're exhausted....that's ok. When it's time to motivate and move on and take care of business? We'll let you know...
So, I'm trying to let this part go a little.
GOALS:
Well..this is part of the above paragraph.
On the one hand...I feel like a fish out of water without having any goals to speak of...nothing to shoot for...nothing to strive for...
But like I said, the gods said I should take this time to relax.
I mean, they're right....I've gone through about a hundred different life changing events in the past two years...of COURSE I'm exhausted...
However...on the back burner I'm starting to stew up some goals.
Lose my Texas fat so I can model again. I miss it.
Get myself a project car (truck) to work on.
Ok...so that's it so far...but like I said, I'm taking some time off the whole motivated/inspired/ambitious/moving mountains gig.
IN SUMMARY:
I'm happy.
I miss NYC. I miss my friends. I miss my social life.
Parts of me even miss Houston. I miss the money I was making. I miss the madness I'd gotten so used to.
But driving home from work today...another million dollar day...I got to see the sun setting over the Pacific while listening to some Stray Cats on my stereo...
I mean...does life really GET better?
Work?
My feelings on work depend on the day.
Some days I leave feeling like a million mother fucking dollars...knowing this is EXACTLY why I risked so much to make this happen.
Some days I leave with my resume in the passenger seat.
I'm making in two weeks what I used to make in a night. That's humbling. But I'm not giving up.
The past week...plus...has been good. A bunch of the good days strung together. And today I was told I'd be getting my very own shop uniform...complete with my own little name on a tag...GOT to love it!!!
HOME:
You might think that living with eight other people...yes, I said EIGHT other people would be totally sucky and horrible. But...it's not. In fact, sometimes it's a whole lot of fun
We're a very random grouping of people...aging from 19 to 56...and yet somehow...we all get along...
Did I mention we also have a dog and three cats?
Truth be told...living with so many yucky boys has taught me the glory of being clean...doing dishes...cleaning the bathroom...etc...all of which I do, for no other reason than it makes me feel good to know I'm FINALLY keeping the new years resolution I've had for a good two years...which is...to be neater.
Like I told J my landlord...the 22 year old surfer dude who owns this place...I only clean because I like to feel all self-righteous about it...knowing deep down inside, I'm a total and complete fucking slob...
SOCIAL LIFE:
Well...there isn't any to speak of as of yet.
This could be upsetting...but I've spoken to my gods and they told me that I'm exactly where I should be. They told me, y'know what? Sit the fuck down...relax...enjoy...you're exhausted....that's ok. When it's time to motivate and move on and take care of business? We'll let you know...
So, I'm trying to let this part go a little.
GOALS:
Well..this is part of the above paragraph.
On the one hand...I feel like a fish out of water without having any goals to speak of...nothing to shoot for...nothing to strive for...
But like I said, the gods said I should take this time to relax.
I mean, they're right....I've gone through about a hundred different life changing events in the past two years...of COURSE I'm exhausted...
However...on the back burner I'm starting to stew up some goals.
Lose my Texas fat so I can model again. I miss it.
Get myself a project car (truck) to work on.
Ok...so that's it so far...but like I said, I'm taking some time off the whole motivated/inspired/ambitious/moving mountains gig.
IN SUMMARY:
I'm happy.
I miss NYC. I miss my friends. I miss my social life.
Parts of me even miss Houston. I miss the money I was making. I miss the madness I'd gotten so used to.
But driving home from work today...another million dollar day...I got to see the sun setting over the Pacific while listening to some Stray Cats on my stereo...
I mean...does life really GET better?