What's up, friends?
So I've been trying to feed my desire to talk about traveling and different excursions that I've been on. It ain't working. I sound like a douche bag. This is on my other blog, Ramblin Earl, not this one. On this blog, I can say fuck and boobs and crap. And I can write while five cocktails deep. On the other one, I sound like a pretentious dildo that is trying to sound like a professional somethingorother in hopes that someone from the fucking Travel Channel will discover me and offer me a billion dollars to travel around and rub it in people's faces.
Bottom line is, I need to write and this is my outlet.
But, ironically, what's on my mind is this whole traveling, writing, somebody please pay me for it thing. I've said it before, I'm not a great writer. I don't have an English or Journalism degree. I tend to write like I think, which is not unintelligent...but it's probably not professional. Adding that to the fact that I don't like working for people makes any sort of dream of writing for a travel magazine or someshit virtually impossible. See? Poor, unprofessional writing.
I tend not to talk about jobs or business or anything like that on this blog. But you know, a lot of us have dream jobs. We spend the majority of our time working a job we're not crazy about just so we can have those few precious moments at home enjoying our house and family and other fun things we have to work to pay for. But I am 100% not content with working for someone else doing something I don't really care about.
I don't really know what that dream job is, though. I see all these TV personalities like Anthony Bourdain and Samantha Brown and I think they've got a pretty sweet deal. They probably do, but they still have to work for somebody. That to me is not dreamy enough.
Ideally, my dream job would revolve around the outdoors, beer, food, music, wine, art, and/or possibly writing. I'm not sure what concoction of those things, but those things. I dig those things.
So lately it's been my life's work to try and figure out how to incorporate these things into a fun, self managed, money making venture for me to embark on.
I have noticed, though, that I am in the minority when it comes to this train of thought. At least within the people that I associate with. No one really even comes close to understanding my stressful desire to make this happen. Make what happen, you might ask? True, I haven't divulged any ideas or solutions in this post...and we're going to keep it that way. Point is, when you think like I think, constantly trying to come up with new ways to incorporate things that you are passionate about with making a living, it truly helps if you have someone to talk to...someone to share ideas, thoughts, and dreams. Not too many of you out there. The majority is content with a solid nine to five, okay benefits, fairly brainless work, and not a lot of fun.
Fair enough. Sometimes I wish I were that way. Being content with my profession is something that I have never felt. I've done the math way too many times...calculating how many hours per year I work, drive to work, prepare for work, drive home from work, stress about work, medicate because of work, and lose sleep from work. I'm not obsessive, just a realist. When I look at the number of hours that I spend doing all of this, it makes me sad. It makes me question why I do it. And it makes me try and figure out a way to make it worth a huge chunk of my life.
Sure, we all go through it. It's a part of life. Everyone's gotta work. I've heard them all. I realize that everyone has to make an honest, responsible living. I am just very particular about the way that I would like to continue making mine.
Okay, that's my speech for this evening. For those of you out there that are passionate about what you do for a living, or even content...I salute you.
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