Three Days Grace
It’s been a long few days and as I sit at my desk in my new office, my head is literally spinning, In the past week I finally made the decision to split the blog into two different ones, I second guessed that decision, decided I was right in splitting it, was called a mooch, have felt completely overwhelmed with life in general and was irrationally yelled at by a 13-year-old. *Sigh*
Don’t worry. This isn’t going to be some whiny-ass post where I tell you how shitty my life is. It’s not shitty. Could it be better? Obviously. Could it be worse? Hell yeah.
The response to my blog post announcing I’m splitting the blog in two was awesome. I knew there were some who liked the dating stories, some who liked the parenting/daily life posts and some who liked all of it. I honestly thought the last group was the minority. Apparently there are more people out there who like both types. That’s way cool. I’ll take whatever audience I can get. Thanks.
In that blog post I made mention that I can’t afford to pay anyone to do new logos right now and I offered to trade blog ads and general pimping for anything someone could do to help. Shortly after the post came out I received a DM from someone I know, telling me I’m a mooch.
Not only am I a mooch, but apparently people on Twitter have somehow let this person know they feel the same way. I’m not sure if I should be flattered that a group of people on Twitter think enough of me to go around talking behind my back, or if I should just go ahead and call bullshit on that.
[Pause for dramatic affect]
I’m gonna go ahead and call bullshit. It kind of pissed me off at first, but then it actually became pretty funny. Yeah, I haven’t worked in a few months and I’ve been having some health problems and financial struggles, but does that make me a mooch?
I haven’t always been a poor bastard. A couple of years ago I was working and making pretty decent money. When I did, I helped any of my friends who needed it. It made me feel good to do so. Right now I hate taking help from anyone, but a few people have verbally slapped me across the face and reminded me how I helped people when I could and said they were sure I would help others again if I had the opportunity. They’re right. I totally would.
I know of bloggers who put up links on their site asking for major financial contributions for people they know. I’m not down with that nor would I accept any help like that, but there are plenty of people who do graphic arts for a hobby or who are starting out and who would be cool trading a little work for some ongoing advertising. In fact, someone I know did come forward with a very cool offer. It actually made me cry when they offered the services to me. Mooches don’t cry.
For the record, when I write posts like this, I’m not looking for any sympathy. I’m simply getting out what I need to get out. It’s cheap therapy. Or as I now like to call it, Mooch Therapy (since I’m obviously too cheap to pay a therapist).
Break away from everybody
Break away from everything
If you can’t stand the way this place is
Take yourself to higher places
The last few weeks I’ve been pretty quiet on Twitter and I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking and attempting to work on my book. It’s been tough. The last few days I’ve made a conscious decision to break away from things and from people who aren’t contributing positively in my life. It doesn’t mean their contributions are negative, but if something isn’t helping me be a better, more productive person, I don’t need it right now.
I’ve been looking for a “real” job and I’ve been making an effort towards getting back to freelancing full-time. I was recently approached by a website, www.badonlinedates.com and I have four writing assignments due in March. Including one due today, which will be up March 2. The money is decent and I’m very happy to have the gig.
I’m working with Man of the House on contributing more frequently and we’re hoping to put something together which would allow me to have a weekly presence . I already do my weekly sports piece for Blirred Reality, so I can see that things are starting to come together.
As part of this, I moved my desk into our extra bedroom upstairs and put the twin bed in the closet. It was our guest room, but in 18 months, it’s been used two nights. Moving my desk out of the dining room and away from the noise of the living room will hopefully help.
There have been many times I’ve tried to write, but Drama Queen is watching TV or doing something with a friend and it gets too distracting. I’m optimistic having a space of my own will bring good things.
I’m off to higher places and doing my best to push aside any drama and bullshit that may get in my way. Two hours ago I was in a pissy mood after a very long, frustrating day, but I had a short chat with a good friend and that helped a lot. The two tall Jack & Coke’s probably didn’t hurt either. Good shit is on the horizon. I can totally feel it.
Tonight I start the fire
Tonight I break away