Drifting like a log in the river is not too bad. After the book project, I’ve been drifting without a specific destination and was told TWICE last week that I should stop. I hate being an adult sometimes.
There are optimistic people and then there’s me. If you insist on me going right, I might just go left, just because. I can’t get excited about doing a sales pitch for the simple reason I hate doing sales, and I know I suck at it.
I know I should stop following where the current is taking me and take stock of things, see where I really want to go. I do have stuff I want to do but there are still some issues to be sorted out. Mainly getting people to provide the dough. Heh.
As usual, dreaming of going away is fun. The Nile is a freaking ocean, right.
So I need to think. Of what to do, career-wise. Not that I actually have one now.