The Start Of Something

There’s something to be said for starting things over again. A clean slate. Change is good, or at least it has been in most cases that I can think of. Something has changed and, come to think of it, they always will. It’s something I can count on.

Over the last year and some change, I have been employed very little. I made a pact with myself when I quit my last job that the next job I took would make me happy. I may not be happy doing it all the time, but it was going to be something that I loved to do, or at the very least it would be a step in the direction in which I wanted to head.

So my life has changed. Gone are the days of going to bed at 4am and waking up at 11am, though the weekends are good for that sort of activity. Gone are the days of not caring what day of the week it was, and quite often not even knowing for sure. Gone are the days of sitting in front of the computer, endlessly reading what other people had to say…well, there will be less of that anyway. Gone are the days of…I really could make quite a list of things that have changed in the last 24 hours.

For the second time in my life, I don’t feel like I’m fucking around so much. Truth be told, ever since I moved to Los Angeles, there’s been a lot of fucking around and I got paid a lot of money to do said fucking around. That’s not to say I didn’t learn or that what I was doing wasn’t important at the time, but it all seems so far away now.

Today was a new beginning, and the timing just feels right. It all feels right. Sure, I’m nervous and a little freaked out about all of it, but I’m also exciting to be doing something steady again. There’s something to be said for a little structure. Some people can do just fine without it, and I don’t require that much, but there it is.

Tomorrow I’ll be waking up to an alarm again. I’ll get in my car, drive a few minutes to a building to which I have a passcard to get in and out, and I will work. This is the start of something.

P.S. Remember to take the passcard out of the pocket of the pants you wore today.

1 thought on “The Start Of Something”

  1. hey neighbor! good for you!!! i’m stokked to read that you’ll be out and about, zoning at a desk instead of at home, contributing to some jackass named “FICA” and leaving your passcard at home like i do from time to time.

    hurraaaaaaaay, bigs hugs, mazel, slante and all that crap. maybe this means i’ll see you more.
    then again…

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