Things that I can see coming to an end soon include:
-My stint in the multifamily housing industry
-My “car-being-melted-by-the-largest-fire-in-the-East-Valley’s-history,” drama
-Eating sugar, processed carbs, dairy, and a bunch of meat
-I don’t know- the world, probably
Things that I plan on happening soon:
-School in the fall- finally
-Working some entry-level position at some edgy coffee shop or natural cosmetics purveyor
-Dipping my broken toes into the world of publications
Last Sunday found me sitting in a Tempe ramen restaurant, and across from a lovely human being to whom I was introduced by my lovely mother. This gem of a person is an editor for a magazine here in The Valley, and had kindly agreed to make time to meet with me so that I could pick her brain about possible paths I could take in order to pursue getting published. We talked for just over an hour, while slurping down a sumptuous meal of rich, hearty, pork-based ramen. When we weren’t talking about her witch friend and his witch husband and their cute business, or how wonderfully perfect my mother is, or how much we both love David Sedaris, we waxed brief but passionate on the various avenues I can explore in order to begin finding creative fulfillment.
Once we were both sufficiently full of asian noodlery (and verging on being late for our other plans/appointments) we parted ways with a hug. My head was beginning to buzz a little with excitement; everything we discussed was sinking in and I found myself suddenly more certain about my plans for the near future. I’m going to attend school as soon as I can- hopefully this year. I’m going to find a part-time job that maybe lets me let my hair down a bit and allows for more flexible hours. I’m probably going to be a bit poorer, but a lot more happy as I’d be actually growing as an actual human being, versus whatever I currently am. I’m hoping and praying that changing up my situation and actively pursuing a goal will stimulate my stagnant mind enough to allow me to enjoy and pursue those things I used to love: drawing, writing, reading.
Between my time at work and school, I’ll be blogging, reading the “must-reads” that my new editor friend will be sending me, and beginning to seek out houses willing to publish my rambling, self-centered nonsense.
The morning after my lunchtime rendezvous, I took my poor, damaged car into the shop (after three weeks of feeling too beaten-down to do so) and applied for student aid- something I’ve tried to do, unsuccessfully (through no fault of my own) for the last three years. I read the email confirming the successful processing of my application this morning. I also cleaned my apartment- like deep cleaned it- which is kinda a big deal, as my three-month stint of apathy kinda shut that shit down and turned my once cute home into a cluttered, depressing, bachelor-house mess.
It’s still tough- I never feel like I get enough sleep, I have mild panic attacks at work, and don’t feel up to much besides drinking coffee and watching tv- but that’s ending soon.
Much Love,
Adam
-My stint in the multifamily housing industry
-My “car-being-melted-by-the-largest-fire-in-the-East-Valley’s-history,” drama
-Eating sugar, processed carbs, dairy, and a bunch of meat
-I don’t know- the world, probably
Things that I plan on happening soon:
-School in the fall- finally
-Working some entry-level position at some edgy coffee shop or natural cosmetics purveyor
-Dipping my broken toes into the world of publications
Last Sunday found me sitting in a Tempe ramen restaurant, and across from a lovely human being to whom I was introduced by my lovely mother. This gem of a person is an editor for a magazine here in The Valley, and had kindly agreed to make time to meet with me so that I could pick her brain about possible paths I could take in order to pursue getting published. We talked for just over an hour, while slurping down a sumptuous meal of rich, hearty, pork-based ramen. When we weren’t talking about her witch friend and his witch husband and their cute business, or how wonderfully perfect my mother is, or how much we both love David Sedaris, we waxed brief but passionate on the various avenues I can explore in order to begin finding creative fulfillment.
Once we were both sufficiently full of asian noodlery (and verging on being late for our other plans/appointments) we parted ways with a hug. My head was beginning to buzz a little with excitement; everything we discussed was sinking in and I found myself suddenly more certain about my plans for the near future. I’m going to attend school as soon as I can- hopefully this year. I’m going to find a part-time job that maybe lets me let my hair down a bit and allows for more flexible hours. I’m probably going to be a bit poorer, but a lot more happy as I’d be actually growing as an actual human being, versus whatever I currently am. I’m hoping and praying that changing up my situation and actively pursuing a goal will stimulate my stagnant mind enough to allow me to enjoy and pursue those things I used to love: drawing, writing, reading.
Between my time at work and school, I’ll be blogging, reading the “must-reads” that my new editor friend will be sending me, and beginning to seek out houses willing to publish my rambling, self-centered nonsense.
The morning after my lunchtime rendezvous, I took my poor, damaged car into the shop (after three weeks of feeling too beaten-down to do so) and applied for student aid- something I’ve tried to do, unsuccessfully (through no fault of my own) for the last three years. I read the email confirming the successful processing of my application this morning. I also cleaned my apartment- like deep cleaned it- which is kinda a big deal, as my three-month stint of apathy kinda shut that shit down and turned my once cute home into a cluttered, depressing, bachelor-house mess.
It’s still tough- I never feel like I get enough sleep, I have mild panic attacks at work, and don’t feel up to much besides drinking coffee and watching tv- but that’s ending soon.
Much Love,
Adam