My own pat on the back.

Timeline: January 1st I arrive from my vacation back into Nashville. I was dejected, already over-stressed, feeling as though my window had run out. My car has been dead and not worth the repairs it needs, I've been stuck at "that dead end job" that doesn't pay enough for me to live off of, and everything was stagnant. I was facing facts--something drastic had to change otherwise I would have to tuck my tail between my legs and ::gulp:: move back home. Maybe what I say next is the classic under-acheivement pat, but you know what fuck it: I am proud of myself. I said to myself that day that I got back, I was going to have everything turned around by March or early April. If I didn't, I was thinking of doing the un-thinkable.

I sit here, feeling almost vindicated. I just accepted a good paying job (where I didn't get hired based on my bi-lingual abilities, this job is seperate) am about to just buy a new car (no lie, I'm having help on that one, but I'll be paying it all on my own.) I'm playing music twice a week. Granted, it's an open jam, but I'll be damned if I'm not one of the favorites or the spearheaders.

In 2 months after the dust settles--this is where my life should be. This is where I have been trying and trying to push my life to. Soon, I'll be the guy haggling with the sales guys for a better price on my musical equipment. Y'know too--I deserve it.