Last night I had nine very separate dreams. I tend to pay attention, as I sometimes have dreams that lead to very crazy deja vu experiences. The fact that I had nine told me that: I have way too much in my mind; there is a message - or a bunch of messages my subconscious is trying to make sure I get; and that I might need to invest in some sleeping pills. Lol. For anyone who knows about my epic dreams, they can take place over days and years, are quite active, and I can wake up exhausted.
Which I definitely was when I awoke. And cranky. And wishing I had a hangover to blame it on.
It didn't get better when I got to work. In fact, my stress might have been amplified by the situation I found myself in. Being confronted with the reality that what I hoped would eventually lead to a permanent, full time position was, in actuality, a very situation I was hinging myself upon.
I got depressed. Not uncommon for me, but it definitely wasn't the mood I wanted to be in. I got home, fielded some phone calls, made some ramen noodles and looked very sadly at my dog Cupcake. "Shit," I told her, "guess I won't be able to find that 'thing' for the blog today."
So I booted up my computer, opened my hotmail, and found the thing :).
Starting next month, I will be writing (and getting paid for writing) a blog and column for a magazine. Me. A writer. Finally. Holy crap.
Under a pen name of course - and if you want the blog and/or name of the magazine you will have to email me and prove you are over 18...lol.
I am so very excited. Wish me luck lovelies!
Yours,
-Asha
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