Gotta remember it’s a job not a hobby

Back in April I was visiting a good friend of mine. I was talking about my job and my life and all that stuff. He interrupted me and said I’ve never heard you say your dream in life was to be a professor, you were always out to be a writer and you are a writer. If you’re going to do it, do it.

Last night I was talking with my girlfriend(for those of you following along we’ve moved up from engf). I was saying how I planned to spend today writing. She said that makes sense since you’re a writer.

When paying the bills it’s easy to lost sight of it. While lounging in my casual sweat pants and writing shirt it’s very hard not to feel like it’s just a hobby.

So today I reminded myself it’s a job. I showered. I dressed. I fancied my hair. Even put on nice shoes. And clichely drove to the local coffee shop to have a marathon session with the page.

Remember, whether it is writing or not, whatever you do in this world, if you don’t take yourself seriously no one else will. Be what you are meant to be.

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My birthday

I just completed another revolution around the sun. 31. Officially reaching the point where my life is time stamped by decades.

For those of you who know me, you’ve come to see over the years just how much I like to dodge that day. My engf asked me to try to not be mopey about it and if I had to be happy about it for her if not for myself because she is happy I was born(and more so that I’m a Taurus).

All I was told for my birthday evening was we were going to a work gala and I needed to look good.

Honestly at that point I was thinking this is gonna be a boring birthday but a night looking good with the lady could be worse.

We show up to the vfoundation, which if you didn’t know is a foundation to fight pediatric cancer run by Dick Vitale(I’ll be posting more about that later). I spent an entire night listening to sports greats talk about how we are going to kick cancers ass, while getting to enjoy the company of my lovely lady and even make a bit of an ass on a dance floor in front of said greats.

All in all it was one of the most motivating nights of my life and is without competition the best birthday I have had.

I’m not always the best at expressing myself vocally, so I thank you all for bearing with me as I use the one thing I have, my words, to thank her for being such an awesome person in my life to drag me through my own birthday, be willing to arrive at the fanciest event I’ve ever attended, with me in a 2002 Camry that looks like it’s seen a war, and somehow, despite my utter dislike of my birthday, help me have a great night.

Thank you, Lauren.