I owe an apology to the handful of my followers that like and comment on each and every post that I publish. I know that I’m in the middle of telling a story, but I’ve gotta take a break.
These blog posts are about things that happened to me about seven years ago. I was working my way towards the present slowly, because it’s hard to make an entertaining story out of wounds that are still too raw.
The gist is this: I left my first post-college job, which I thought was going to be a really solid foundation to my career. It wasn’t. I ended up delivering pizzas for a year. Now, I’m training to wait tables at a fancy pants restaurant and I’ve never been less certain about what to do with my life.
For right now, I feel like I need to get out of Orlando. I’ve scoured this area for opportunities and have come up empty handed. My girlfriend and I want to move to New York City. All of the woes and heartbreak of trying to find a job down here are evidently non-existent in NYC. Yes, I know that it isn’t easy to get an interview. Yes, I know you need to know someone to even get your resume looked at. I’ve heard it time and again. It doesn’t scare me. I welcome the challenge.
I recently fell into a nice-paying freelance writing gig. I’m hooked. I want more. I want a pile of clients that pay me enough money that I can quit or at least scale back all of these other jobs that eat so much of my time.
That’s the plan: Become geographically independent through freelancing, and then uproot and move to the big city.
There’s just one problem: I totally don’t have time to look that far forward in my life. Between the new job, an old job that I’m keeping just as an insurance policy, my WIP that collects dust for entire weeks at a time, this freelance opportunity that I don’t want to botch, planning for my future, this blog, and the rest of my life in general, I’m just not doing anything more than halfway these days.
I’ve spread myself too thin and The Brantley Blog has become a chore that I muck my way through so that I can cross it off the to do list. Seriously – did you read those last two posts? Did you notice that I haven’t bothered with a “Brantleyism” in like a month? I just don’t want to do this halfway and I don’t want it to feel like work. It was tremendously enjoyable once and I’m sure that it can be tremendously enjoyable again someday (hopefully really soon).
In the meantime, I’m going to try and finish this damn book of mine and establish one of those “careers” that grown ups are always talking about.
I’ll be back once I’ve got my head straight.