The title, that's what I’ve been telling myself recently, “Another Day Another Dollar.”
I’m trying to lose weight but the methods I’ve been using to go about and do that are failing me.
Honestly I think I just need to workout more, be more active and I’ve started, working out at least once a week but it’s not enough, I know it’s not enough and I need a change. I’ll get there, “Where there’s a will there’s a way” my mom used to say I just wish it was something that could happen, overnight. And if it could happen overnight America wouldn’t have to worry about being obese.
Not much else has changed. I’m still trying to write and draw at least once a day but some days are better than others, and as I explore the digital space and what that means for my art I just feel as if I’m starting over from square one, like I’m learning to draw again and it’s entirely frustrating. That, or it means I was never as good at drawing as I thought I was, which is even more frustrating, but I’m working at it.
My job is good, my finances are okay, I think I’m going back to school in September, I have no real complaints or qualms. I’m oddly at peace with things? If that makes sense, but what bothers me is that I feel as if I don’t have passion, at least not the way people describe it. Like I don’t have this deep yearning to do or be something I’m not already. Except maybe be rich/wealthy, but I wouldn’t say I’m “passionate” about that either it’s just another desire to manifest on my 8 fold path.
I was going to write a poem about being passionless but I feel like I don’t have all the words for it yet. I have to find time for my creativity that doesn’t cut into my days of rest. Figuring that out is probably my biggest problem.
Well, that just means I can say life is actually pretty good.
Nothing wrong with that.