Good morning crickets. Welcome to day number three-hundred-fifty-two of Operation Achieve Anything. Yesterday was an amazing day because it may have been the first time I ever sat and wrote my daily post minus the guilt that I should be doing something better with my time. Granted, I used to barrel through this guilt on a daily basis, working away for no pay while avoiding my friends and family. It really sucks just how much on income is required to justify an existence. You’d fall out of your chair if you knew just how little money I’m talking about, but tomorrow marked the day that I felt confident enough in my future to comfortably consider this blog my full-time job and not just a hobby that I hope to flip some day.
I really hope this isn’t just another flash of optimism, where next week I’ll be on here complaining about how it’s all pointless, and I’m back to being depressed, but even if that does end up being the case, I know I have it in me to continue to push forward. Keep in mind when you read these post, I’m openly bipolar, and my downswings may slow me down from time to time, but I’ve never once stopped going in terms of my desires to live as a writer. Though I’ve been training for literally decades, yesterday felt like the first day my new career.
It kind of feels like I set up a specialty shop spending all of this time to stock up the shelves with just the right items for the grand opening. There may be a few people glancing through the window taking an interest in this new quirky shop, but only a handful have truly entered the store. Though I may get impatient at times, wanting to share my shop to the world, at the same time I always knew that I needed just a little more time. Hell, even this new round of enthusiasm is over the soft store opening that I have planned for the upcoming year.
Remember, I still have four years left with this TheWickerBreaker.com challenge where I’m testing the adage that it takes ten years to make an overnight success. The actual store opening will be when the morning after this ten-year celebration. By then, everything with this site should be set in stone. I shouldn’t be having to waste time going back to clean up and/or reformat older content or waste creativity time learning how to handle the business and marketing side of this venture. Hopefully, by then, I’d be able to afford to hire freelancers to make any of these quick changes so that I can just focus on what I find to be fun.
Now, more than ever, I finally feel like I’m in a place where I will be able to pull this off and am appreciative of the people who put up with my nonsense as I attempt to build to the point where I can finally live out my dreams, even if my gratitude can be hard to see. This leads into the assignment from yesterday where I was supposed to practice the art of gratitude by thinking of the things that I’m thankful for whenever I’m stricken with the idea that I don’t have enough of anything. It’s just sometimes I feel that the thing that I lack is emotional support.
Feeling like such an outsider who expresses his feelings in quirky ways, I feel that many have often missed my messages of how important they are/were to me. As you can hopefully see, I’m extremely open and honest when explaining my actions and intentions but am not really good at expressing myself without the assistance of a coping mask. This is where the character Bunker came in. He was a fun wild guy to hang out with, but he wasn’t all that open about my sensitive side. I always felt that people knew how I felt about them since I had to get the same information only through clues since others always avoided getting too personal with me as well because I was designed to be a distraction from these problems and not a counselor.
Not that anyone ever showed that expectation in me but, I was always under the impression that I was always on the same page. Thinking back, this actually was more often than not the case. The problem came about when I stopped wanting to be Bunker any more because I could keep up the high energy self-destructive life. Minus the mask, I have no idea how to deal with other humans, so when it came off, it felt like my entire world was gone and nobody even seemed to notice the disappearance at all. So, I’m still trying to sort this all out, but I hope everyone knows that I do really appreciate everyone involved in the disaster of an experiment filled life or mine.
With that, I’m going to switch gears and introduce the assignment for today where I’m now supposed to look around and take note of the abundance of opportunity rather than focus on the deficit of things that I’m waiting for. Once again, this blog shows that I already practice in a way, even though I may slip up from time to time and focus more on what the Achieve Anything... book is advising I avoid, but I’ll dig into that when I check in tomorrow with my update. Until then, it’s now time to wrap this one up as usual by saying, good day and good luck to you and all of your projects.
Talk to you soon.
The Wicker Breaker
P.S. Below are links to my novel, which I plan to promote as part of Operation Achieve Anything, as well as a link to where you can buy the book that is providing the structure to this project in case you would like to purchase it in order to play along.