I’m trying to write at least one entry a day. Whether it’s just a small one or pouring my heart out.
I wish I could photograph more. I have a “regular” full time job. It’s somewhat of a secure job. I don’t think there’s a “secure” job anymore, unless you’re in a union or have a more prestigious job, like a professional (you know, Dr., Lawyer, Teacher, Nurse you know, the jobs you spend years in school before you start working). I just couldn’t spend anymore time in school. 13 years, I loved learning, I hated the politics, you know the clicks, the nastiness, the bullying. I just wanted to get on with my life, get a job, pay for my car and whatever else I wanted. I wanted to party with my new work friends, flirt with older men and have a good time. I wish I would have taken more chances, worked on my photography more, maybe move to a different state. But that was a long time ago. Today I just go day to day trying to get through a work day.
I want to do so much more but I feel like I’m running out of time. I’m already 47 years old. How much more time do I really have?