10:24 pm
I’m going to post a short thing tonight, mainly because we drove to a lake in the middle of the desert today, and like every other day of living in said desert, I was completely dehydrated. It’s not easy living here, and we are longing for life in not necessarily even the tropics again, but maybe like, somewhere above 10 percent humidity!? Gah! How did I get here?
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down…
I was reading something the other night, and realized, I don’t like being idle. As a writer, I do my best when I am IMMERSED in something, whether it be a project, work, a business, a story, an adventure–whatever and wherever I am learning new things, that is what feels good. And, frankly, sometimes feeling good is about not feeling bad anymore.
I am not good without goals, and when one (ahem, me) doesn’t have wine to distract me from my free time, my idle hands, my inertia, my fatigue or burnout–well, it just feels bad. So doing what feels good is often a matter of immersion. I am working on finding that new thing or things, but it’s not easy, especially when I know that I kind of need to earn money instead of work my tail off as a freelance journalist (pays in fulfillment, but not in money). At the same time, I really just want to work at what I like, what inspires me to get out of bed in the morning–and at this point, that might not even be journalism, but it definitely won’t pay me what corporate “writing” does. There has got to be a balance, and I think I am simply feeling tired and afraid of the chase–I know how hard it is to find a job that pays enough to actually get ahead.
I have savings, but it goes fast, and considering that our move cost a lot and continues to cost money; that my mom needs financial help–well, the making-money thing should take priority over the fulfilling-me thing. Same time, I know I need to be immersed in something I find fun and challenging.
Hmm. I think I just have to find out right now–find out what those other things I want to do are like, what they will truly cost financially and emotionally. At some point, soon, I guess. Haha. I am not ready to dive off the board, and I feel cautious toward simply walking away from corporate work; I don’t want to see my bank account go down in the process either. I guess I have to choose between happiness and money. Or, is that just an illusion?
Incidentally, when I got sober, money was making me drink (I was earning money at a job I hated, and drank constantly); when I strove for happiness, I was much more centered and able to get sober, but making next to nothing! Yet I was happy, striving for happiness!? Again, though, I’m afraid I need more money than a job that offers me happiness can provide. I think I just have to find out…again.
Drunky Drunk Girl 