The Good Life. |
| At Abbott, I used to bring home truckloads of money and spent at least half of my time writing. Now, I bring home next to nothing and don't have time to write at all. It seems backwards until you consider I picked up a time-consuming hobby (specifically, small business ownership.) And even with the apparently negative consequences of my decision, I was happier with my new life until I lost Potbelly. Here's what I decided about gigging: If I worked hard, I am sure I could land a gig (or several.) I could offer a freebie the first time to hook potential clients, record and distribute CDs, polish my website and YouTube channel. But how hard do I want to work for it? I feel so tired lately, and I think the hiatus has been good for my stress. I'm tired because I'm not running on adrenaline. But if I don't gig, I won't practice... which is why I need to lose weight to gain the energy to work hard to find the gig to practice and keep up my skills, not to mention to supplement my income, visibility, branding, and ego. I'd like to buy a preposition. Reach 300 students at MTMS Friday is my new day off. I could spend the day in jammies if I wanted. At least until I land a gig. Reading: One book per week. On a related note, I could walk from my house to the local public library, and it's crossed my mind that I might enjoy doing that regularly if my schedule ever lightened. Writing: (1) (2) Count points: Morning weigh-in: 166.0 Yesterday's points: 33 (4) Granola bars (3) Fiber English muffin with apple butter (2) Fiber oatmeal (2) Peanut butter pretzels (5?) Tortilla chips (3?) More tortilla chips (2) Guacamole salad (4) Beef taco (8?) Margarita |