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Lately, I am being pulled in fewer directions that I have in the past.
I still don’t have a “day job”, and I’m continually trying to work out a way of getting paid for doing the things that bring me joy.
I love to write; I like to create imagery, watch movies and to travel. Most of all, I enjoy spending time with my family and a few close friends.
My priority has to be living a fulfilled life. My wife and son keep my compass true so that I might stay on course to something that really matters.
It would seem that I now need to pay close attention to my health once again.
Until next time, adieu.
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As I made my way into the living room this morning, I failed to negotiate the giant fan that was in the doorway. I caught it as I stepped over it, and fell flat on my face.
As a big fat man, falling like that has ramifications. Everything aches, my neck is especially sore.
Note to self, try not to fall again, at least until I lose a ton of weight.
My son is in France on a school trip, his first foreign trip without us.
He’s having a great time, I, on the other hand, am finding it hard. Whenever I am away, I know that Karta misses me terribly, and now I’m getting a little bit of that feeling too.
He comes home this evening, the last time I saw him was in the early hours of Wednesday morning; that feels like it was weeks ago. I can’t wait to see him and to hear about his adventures.
Over the coming months, I will be travelling to race tracks to cover various championships. I will go to those, do my work and head back to my family as soon as possible.
Home is where the heart is, my family means everything to me, especially when I am loved so profoundly.
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We will soon be taking a long overdue holiday.
We’re not leaving the country, nothing extravagant, just getting away from it all for a week.
As some of you may be aware, my laptop died a few weeks back. I replaced it with a desktop and a dual monitor setup so that it won’t be coming on holiday with us, and that is not a bad thing.
I have decided to leave everything behind, except my smartphone (which will have the “DO NOT DISTURB” function switched on for the duration, whenever it might get switched on, which won’t be very often. I have bought a book to read while we’re away, I intend to start and finish it during the week.
I truly intend to be “off-grid” for the first time in a long, long time. So until I return, it’s goodbye for now.
It is a funny thing, that feeling of being “snowed under”.
What is strange to me is that I am putting a tremendous amount of pressure on myself to get shit done. Recently I began writing again for a motorsports website. I don’t get paid for doing the work, but it is putting my writing in front of a vast audience.
I also do a little design work here and there, and I volunteer as webmaster & club secretary for a motorcycle club, and I am also a volunteer for my son’s football team. But, I don’t get paid for any of it. I am competent in all that I do, but I need to get paid somehow.
If I take a full-time job somewhere, I won’t have the time that I need to dedicate myself to my writing. I enjoy that more than anything else. Writing for free will open doors for me eventually, and it is a great way to hone my skills. Anyhoo, I’ll have to work something out. What I like about writing is that you can pretty much do it from anywhere. That appeals to me most.
Right, time for a shower and then off for a coffee with a friend, before I head back to the apartment to write an article.
Karta went out to play with his friend on Saturday afternoon. Within hours his friend was on the phone with me to tell me that Karta had his bag stolen, along with his smartphone.
Fucking scumbags had grabbed his backpack from the swing park that they were playing in.
The kids have learned a lesson the hard way.
On a brighter note, I’m writing again, and I managed to replace my laptop, which had unceremoniously shit itself. I lost a lot of data that wasn’t backed up.
I have learned a lesson the hard way.
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