Well, I don't really know when i last wrote a "real" journal entry of any kind. Typically I'd visit my OD and get so caught up reminiscing about old times that I wouldn't be remotely inspired to write anything substantial. But here I am...with this new diary and it seems so empty. Knowing I don't have a populated diary anywhere else is almost inspiring.
Almost.
No. It definitely is.
It's hard to know where to begin. I feel like my life is compartmentalized in these odd little divisions that never really intersect...and it's tough to know which one to write about.
Work. School. Friends. Music. Family.
I'm not sure why I typed "work" first. It's probably because that's what I'm supposed to be doing right now.
I quit my job in November in order to work independently from home. I never thought I'd be able to pull it off (and NO, I'm not about to sell you some "work-from-home!" pitch), but it seems to be going pretty well so far. I just need to continue networking. That seems to be the most successful way I have found of getting clients.
It does require some serious discipline...working from home. I spend my entire days sitting here in my office and it's tough to stay focused and actually get things done. I'm not sure yet if I miss the social interaction or not. I still have my old boss as a client. But I might do like...5 hours of work each week for him.
I don't feel like writing about work anymore. I will elaborate on the rest of my list of crap in other entries.
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