Most days I’m happy and things are pretty good.
Sometimes I have days that really frustrate me, like yesterday. I don’t know why it was different, but I felt like everything I’m trying to do with my life is taking a long time. Especially my goal of getting published.
I have writer friends who no longer have to work day jobs because they’ve found a way to reduce their costs, are successful enough to prevent starvation, or have another passion that supplements their writing income. I want to get there someday. I don’t believe I need to stay an office worker for life. Maybe I’ll work part-time somewhere cool like a comic book store.
I have many friends in great relationships. I’m happy for them, but my reality is a return to the dating world in my 30s after a lengthy time away from it. It’s not all bad, but time is precious to me and there are a lot of the wrong kind of weirdos out there.
Many friends are having or have adorable children. I want children sometime. Not super soon as I would like to get some of my writing out into the world first, but it’s still something on my mind.
I enjoy parts of my day job, but there is so much awesomeness in project management that I don’t get to do, like Earned Value, as an example.
I constantly see posts about delicious foods I can’t eat. I never know if trying something new will leave me feeling ill. Restaurants can be scary places. But things are better than they were for me a couple of years ago when simply drinking a soda would cause pain throughout my body.
I also have friends and family who have more challenging circumstances to face like job loss, cancer, diabetes, heart conditions, and multiple sclerosis to name a few.
Today is a much better day. I finished a short story and sent it out to some people to look at. I think it’s great to do a mix of short stories and novels. Short stories are quicker to put together and I think it’ll be good learning for editing too.
I’ll post about Easter weekend soon. I have to put supper away and get to sleep.