Getting In The Groove (April 7th - 9th)

APRIL 7TH, 2023

Good Morning!

It's always nice to start early in the morning, when its dark and peaceful out...then to take a picture for your Vocal article and realize that its, obviously, getting lighter out.

Damn.

No more "walking in the midnight Sun" for a while yet now.

Anyway, so starts another day. It's been since last Wednesday essentially, and I'm still without a main source of income. It's not that its all that fulfilling for me to have one, but its more like a forced commodity that my life is forced to falter without.

Now, on to the positive...

Got my taxes out of the way yesterday--have 13 more copies of my first book coming in to hand out to awaiting friends and family--working for the weekend, getting to suave all the girls at work--listening to The Outfield--sharing with you--all key pieces in the puzzle of progress.

It's currently 6:30 AM here, and I'm going to leave you for a bit so I can come back with actual useful information for you. \m/, B'] Talk in a bit!

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It is now 7:46 AM.

I just got a cover letter in order and submitted an application for book jacket design. Not exactly what I am driven to daily in terms of inspiration aspirations (a.k.a. career goals for me), but certainly a component of my authorship aims.

Just listened to Ian Cussick's "The Great Escape". Now on to A Flock Of Seagulls' "The Story Of A Young Heart" (Talk Talk's "The Colour Of Spring" started, but I skipped over it--no love for them lost, because, after all, "Life's What You Make It", and maybe it is all that you own, anyway.)

I have to cancel a specialist appointment because, funnily enough, it would cost exactly what I paid to get my taxes done yesterday, and I simply can't afford the bill. The Universe is a jokester, it is. For better and for worse (namely for worse).

Actually, I'm off to see if I can pick my books straight up from UPS. Later!

APRIL 9TH, 2023

Well...life and pleasurable circumstances call. Here I am--at Starbucks--waiting to go to work. Not here, by the way, but at my weekend job elsewhere. It's pretty dead there right now, so I'm going in a couple of hours later than anticipated.

This is the same Starbucks I spent many a day at while I was homeless for two months. It has no significance apart from that, but history may certainly speak for itself when the right inquisition comes knocking.

It would be nice to say that being homeless made me rethink things in such a way that they changed my life forever for the better....but I can't. It certainly was better living in my Subaru than having to pay absurd costs for housing. The only issues for me came to using the bathroom and showering, however, a gym membership more or less made that a non-issue. It forced me to have to use public restrooms daily. Fortunately I got away with using my work bathroom quite often.

Anyway, that is but a fragment of my story, and it really does nothing more than to describe my character some, or at least evidence that could potentially shine an accurate light on my character.

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I want to live with my family and friends around me often, in a growing and integral supply.

I want to live in bliss and purpose, influencing others with my efforts if that is what it takes.

I want to have meaningful relationships with women that

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Sorry for the interruption. I met a gentleman earlier at Starbucks, and we talked a bit about paving our roads in life. It was interesting, too, because he reminded me--physically--of my father. Of course, there was an ethnic difference there, but of course the point still stands. I gave him a copy of my book and, though he offered to give to me in return, I thanked him and did as I have done for all those whom I have given a copy to, and that is to let them read it first and then, if they so choose to, reward me later.

Now, I am back home and am getting ready to tackle some more tasks. Work was cancelled for me today, as it has been dead all day. Tuesday I will start training as a server, so we shall see how that goes.

Anyways, Happy Easter to everyone, and I'll speak with you again tomorrow!! \m/, B']

In the words of Rob, my old success coach: "bye for now"!