I'm Glad I Returned

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this a few months back, and for whatever reason, did not post it.  Now that I have weathered past that storm, and am facing a new one, I think this deserves some light.  Once again, my life is changing drastically, making these entry nearly obsolete.

There is so much I haven't said.

It's been a while, and while so much has changed, so many things have remained as they have always been. I looked back at all that I found interesting and important, things that I felt were worth noting and must go one record.  They are so far from the life I have now, yet as I reread the entries I remember why I cared.  It's funny how a moment or idea can change so much in the rank of priority of your life, yet they don't lose their importance.  They are no longer the Ace of spades - the card that impacts so much - they are now just part of the hand I have been dealt. 

It's kind of funny to look back and not see anything about my Grandma or her constantly changing life - perhaps because I still fully didn't understand it.  Even now as it progresses faster than it ever has, part of me can't entirely grasp exactly what is coming next, and what will never be again. For so long, she did such a great job of not making it a big deal that I believed her.  Scientifically I always knew Alzheimer's couldn't be reversed, but she made it so believable.  In reality, it is a rust on a classic car - it will only spread and destroy something beautiful that you can never recreate.  The body still exists, but it will never run the same.  Through the destruction we find ourselves reminiscing on the good at a rapidly growing rate - it's all we have to hold on to.

I have moved.  I have been working toward the idea that I have long treasured.  It hasn't gone as I thought it would.  I work so much that I have forgotten things I have long loved.  The only words I have written are those of survival; these words, if not properly formulated, will be the ones that cause me to lose my job.  My kitchen has simply become a storage space.  Running shoes are retired in my closet.  The only two things that remain constant are my family and a good beer.  I thank God every day for my family and how close they are to me.  They are no longer just a sobbing phone call away - now I can take a short drive.  And luckily for the nights that I can't get to them, I can always find solace in a splendidly crafted brew.  

Perhaps the only thing that is missing now is the presence of the best man I have ever met.  I am doing my best to not let that consume my mind.  It is only temporary.

Since I've Been Gone....

I can't breathe for the first time...

Ok it hasn't all been so bad.

Where have you been?

Am I Alive??

Needless to say, writing has been neglected.  I've been too busy living life!  If you only have 2 minutes, save this read for later. (We both know you will forget and won't come back - and that's cool too.  I'm boring.  I ramble on a stupid blog with little to no purpose.  You'd think I'd write so my family up home could see what I'm up to... but they don't give a crap either.)

First things first...

BIRTHDAYS (and one homecoming visit)

Really parents?  Did you all have to reproduce children so close together?...

My Link

Write On!

Here is the link to my profile

You can view my articles directly through there, or you can go to the Examiner website and look under the entertainment section.  My article has been sent to the editor, so it won't be up yet, but in a day or two :)

Life Moving Forward

The Pursuit of Happiness...

As some of you already heard, I recently got a job writing for the Examiner, which is local publication.  I am SO excited to begin this journey as a film writer.  I originally began college as a journalism major, and decided to switch into film because I felt my passion was stronger there.  Two months ago, I got an email from good ole Monster.com saying that the Examiner was looking for new people.  I thought it would be a fun thing to do, but I had recently taken on a new job at Mueller, and I was still working at Applebee's, so I decided to hold off.

Recently, someone inspired me to go after it... They had no idea at the time, but they are the reason I looked into it again.  I realized that the hole that I have felt in my life was the lack of attention I was giving to my true passions.  I'm glad I looked into it.  They asked for a writing sample, and that sealed the deal for both of us.  As I wrote it, I felt alive again.  This blog has always been an outlet, but I felt like I finally had a purpose for my words as I wrote the article.  It felt amazing.

This is a paid gig, but that term is used lightly.  The more traffic my articles get, the more money.  I am not doing this for extra income, but for happiness.  It will also be a great way to build toward my goal of becoming an established, published writer.

I will be writing my first article tomorrow.  Once that is finished, I will send it to MY EDITOR (weird) and after reviewing it, it will be posted!  Once that happens I will have the link to my page, so you can view my latest articles.  

I am ecstatic.

Here's where I become cliche -- Go after your dreams.  Do what makes you happy.  It feels amazing.