Dramarama - Work for Food

I'm up for anything. Anything that I can be passionate about. Any work that will allow for independence. Anything. I won't quite work for food. But I do need to do something that feeds my soul.

Old thought: Whatever will make me the most money I will do.
New thought: Whatever I can be passionate about and will make me enough to take care of Forrest and myself I will do.


I want to be passionate about work. I want to be excited about nearly everything I do. I want to write and create awesome campaigns for people. I want to help small businesses grow. I want to work for non-profits. I want to meld my creative and spiritual and professional sides into one and live an authentic life.

I want it all. And I can have it. For the way I define all at least.

But I can be practical. Anyone know of any good graveyard jobs that I could work - while Forrest sleeps? With the days to grow a freelance business?

Work in Progress

Transformation entails a lot of busy work. .... Forrest and I moved again - to Buena Park to live with my Sister-in-Law and her family.

Most of my intrusive thoughts are gone. Now I am working on transforming myself through action. Through the establishment of a routine.

I've lost 80 pounds. It's amazing how far I've come and a bit daunting to think of how far I have to go. In every aspect of my life. I'm trying to celebrate the victories large and small.

Victories:
I can sleep through the night without aid. ....

Insomnia is horrible. Not being able to fall asleep or stay asleep is a level of punishment not touched upon in Purgatorio. But it should be.

Tossing. Turning. Huffing, puffing. Crying. Not being able to sleep at night is torture. Having to use aids everynight for four years to sleep. Horrible.

So I can sleep at night without aid. I'm never going to be one of those people who just roll over and go to sleep. But I can sleep. And that is a major victory.