Dateline 8-26-2017

I don't know what is going on with my head today. I feel extremely bored, more so than normal and my usual go-to distractions don't sound appealing to me at this time. It is Saturday, so I may just go ahead and treat it like a weekend even though every day bears the same weight when living the freelance life, especially at times like this when my work has run dry leading me to start to feel burnt out on my personal projects, which is probably why I feel like I'm sliding into a slump and probably why weekends were created in the first place.

I know that I only share two posts on this site daily but I do put in more than a full-time job's worth of work behind the scenes. As always, this isn't me complaining because at this point while I am between gigs all of my efforts are 100% optional, mainly because there is no pay involved and as I often point out it's the lack of incoming funds that makes me extra defensive when trying to justify how I spend my time.

Also, as I often point out, it's the fact that I feel that I am being judged for opting to chase my dream over slaving to earn a paycheck that just goes to bills to pay for the resources required to keep working. Yes, this may sound like something a privileged would say, and yes, I am partially privileged to be able to take this shot, but you have to remember, I'm borderline homeless in my efforts to pull this off.

If my circumstances were to change, I would be perfectly fine with lightening my load when it comes to belongings and literally live in a van down by the river. The combination of my shut-in tendencies continuing to grow and it being harder and harder to break the cycle as I continue to grow old, I'm starting to see this as my final destination, but as long as I was able to have access to my computer and earn enough for WiFi and food, the idea of a tiny traveling home seems more and more appealing.

Keep in mind, I'm talking more of a camper van that a windowless beast that's owned by creepers. I also wouldn't stay in the city and sleep on side streets but instead, I'd be roaming the country whenever I saved up enough money to move along as I'm sure this type of venture would give me plenty to write about the entire time I was living out on the road, while improving my potential to see a UFO or Bigfoot before the end of my life.

I love when a post ends up going this way, where I start out with nothing to say only to have a new goal to throw around in the back of my head as I weigh out what it would take to truly pull this off. 

Oh well, either way, this wouldn't be happening anytime soon but I'll be sure to let you know tomorrow if anything happens where or not it does actually have anything to do with this plan.

Talk to you then.

Sincerely,

The Wicker Breaker