It starts...

I’ve always known that my life would eventually take me towards more creative pursuits but the desire has become much bigger in recent months. I’m sure it has a lot to do with the absolute lack of inspiration coming out of my current work environment and, for that matter, my current LIFE environment. The desire to move forward is definitely there but sometimes it seems that the inspiration is just sucked out of me. There is one person who is there to give me advice and constantly supports my endeavors. He said that if I can get the things I want to accomplish out of my head and onto a piece of paper, I can make them a reality. So here I am, writing out the things that I want to do with my life, in no particular order.

First, I would love more than anything to move to the city. Which city? Any city. Well not any city but basically I would love to be in a place where there is more going on, a place where I can surround myself with people and places and things that will feed my creativity. I want a tiny apartment where I can cook dinner at whatever time I want, and come and go as I please without having to answer a list of questions in the process. I want to be independent.

Next, I want to meet new people. I want to have a group of peers that actually share some of my interests and can help to inspire me and push me and even collaborate with me. I want to have people in my life that will just come over to my tiny apartment because they actually want to spend time with me and enjoy my meatless masterpieces. I want them to want to go to a stupid little bar with me for a beer after a hard day or a not so hard day.

Most importantly, something I don’t say out loud very often. Come to think of it, I haven’t vocalized very many of my hopes for the future… But something that is very prevalent in my thoughts is the idea of starting my own business. More than anything in the world, I would love to be able to support myself with my projects. Just knowing that someone else would find enjoyment in something that I created would be amazing enough. But having enough people who love my creations that I could actually make a living doing what makes me happy seems sort of unreal. It sounds so cliché... maybe that’s why it’s taken me so long to actually say it but it’s true. Everyone wants to do what they love. Some people don’t take the chance to make it happen and I don’t want to be one of them.