Thanks to everyone for the positive commentary on my 2 year blog post. It actually made me go back and think about what this blog is supposed to be about.
I don’t feel like I’ve been completely honest in a very long time. It isn’t that I’ve been lying, I just haven’t been exposing anything beneath the surface. I haven’t allowed myself to really be open and talk about things that strike a nerve with me.
I guess that carries over into my real life too. I don’t mean to do it, but I seem to lock everyone out. When I scan through the rolodex in my head, I can’t think of anyone who TRULY knows me. Rodney comes pretty darn close, but that’s it.
I try to think of one friend that I feel like I can say anything to. Nobody comes to mind. And it’s not their fault. Many people have told me they will be there for me, and I believe they would be. I just don’t allow myself to open up.
If someone else needs a shoulder to cry on, you can bet I’ll be there. I’m happy to listen to anything that’s troubling you. But when it comes to me opening up, all you’ll get is a big grin and an attitude of “Oh, everything’s fine and dandy.”
Sometimes it’s not. I’m not intentionally lying, it’s just part of my optimistic demeanor. I want to be the happy guy… you know the one that you can invite to anything and you know he’ll be in a great mood and ready to make you laugh.
That’s who Nathan is… or at least who he’s meant to be. God forbid I should ever show a real ounce of emotion or weakness.
But if we’re getting down to the nitty gritty, things are pretty crazy for me right now. It’s just up and down, up and down, and most of it is tied to the almighty dollar.
Money is a very severe reality. Maybe it can’t buy you happiness, but it sure buys our mortgage, car payment, utilities, phone bills, gas, and groceries. Going out on my own has been more challenging than I’ve ever imagined.
When it’s good, it’s soooo good. Last week I was working 10 hour days and making money left and right. This week… not a penny. That’s the part that drives me crazy. I can’t plan ahead because I never know what’s coming up.
Will I have money next week? Who knows? Nobody.
Then when I finally do get money, I’m backtracking trying to catch up on bills from the week before. So I’m always either ahead or behind.
I’ve considered looking into jobs at design firms, but the thought just grates my nerves. I can’t even begin to tell you what the world of design is like. Extremely catty, like runway models. Designers are a rare breed of bitchiness.
I’ve also looked into other jobs. When I go to a job site, and look at the options staring back at me, they feel so foreign. Accounting, customer service, medical, real estate, retail, sales… WTF? I’m not any of these things.
This is the downside of starting so young. I started designing when I was 15. Now I’m 25 and feeling the kind of burn out people usually don’t get until their 30’s.
Ugh… I know this too shall pass. I know I’m bitching and moaning, and this is exactly why I don’t open up more often. I’ll probably get 3 new clients next week and be happier than a bug in a rug.
It’s these highs and lows that drive me crazy. When I’m up, I feel invincible. But when I’m down, I stew in my own misery.
There… I exposed myelf. If you made it this far, you definitely deserve a lollipop. 