SBA: Adventures In Blogging

I rarely blog anymore. Which I need to work on doing more of. Sometimes I get so bogged down in work and life that I forget that one of my first loves is writing–and writing just for the sake of it. It’s hella early on Monday morning and I should try to sleep. But after three days of sleeping almost around the clock, I am thankful to feel somewhat coherent and hate to try to slip back into dreamland.

Had some pretty wild amazing dreams as well. Can’t remember them much now, of course, but I bet  lot of people would pay big money to be hooked into my dreams. I don’t know where some of the shit comes from. Past lives, wild imagination, etc.

Had a friend do something stupid today. I always preach my love is unconditional–and I mean it. But damn there are some times I just wanna shake people by their fuckin’ shoulders and ask them what the hell they’re thinking. I think sometimes people do stupid things as a way of acting out and rebelling. But I learned the hard way several times that it just causes more drama and embarrassment. Just face what you need to face and count on the rest of us to be there to catch you if you fall. Easier said than done, right? Of course. What isn’t?

So tomorrow I march into work and spend the day waiting. Waiting to see when people get there. Waiting to see if calls will be made. Waiting to see if deadlines will be met. Waiting to see if ad quotas will be met. Waiting…I feel lately that I am spending so much time waiting that I am losing the battle. I am seriously looking into taking on a second job. God knows what I will do. Promotions, advertising and print publishing is about all I know. Theatre of course, but theatre doesn’t pay much of anything and what does is for those who have gotten their Masters.

I wasn’t meant for this job thing. I was meant to be an entrepreneur and philanthropist. I was meant to have money flowing freely in my life because I had plenty at my disposal whenever I wanted it. That way I could help people who needed it and find little ways here and there to bring joy and betterment into people’s lives. Isn’t that what money is for?

 I just need to marry a Rich husband. Who I love. ‘Cause if I just wanted a husband with a decent job I could that now. But I realized a while ago I need to have some sort of feelings for them. I always thought it didn’t matter but it does.

Alas, I shall go to work tomorrow and do my best to make my dreams come true at the job I have. Because frankly, I love my job and I want it to be the best it can be. If I could just be a better me to make it work right.