I got an email from my brother yesterday. Advice. Love. Tips. A two-year plan for me in outline form, even.
It made me want to cry, I did cry, and I know why. I'm not where I thought I would be right now in my life. I'm 26, I've done my schooling, I moved away from Mommy, and yet here I am riding a dead-end job, no serious boyfriend, and struggling to pay my bills. The worst thing about my life is that I'm not singing. Not really. And it's my fault. I never work hard enough. I'm never totally motivated to lead a singer's life. I don't spend my after-work hours practicing and filling out applications.
So. Now that I'm getting this out there, now that I've confessed my failings to "the void," I want the world to know I'm NOT a LOSER. I'm moving on and up. I must at least try... If I don't, I'll never know. I'm just getting started. It took a full year after graduating for me to get to this point, but... Here we go.
SO GO.
(Listening to: Au Revoir Simone)
