Last month was pretty rough. Alot has happenned. My life has been severely disturbed during last weeks.
I threw plans I have been working at for a long time away, together with the money I invested in ‘em. Other opportunities came. Not only the book deal confirmation, also new design orders, probably the possibility to join a decent design studio and I even snagged (is this a word) a freelance consulting job for an internet company. Not that much the big deal or the real great money, but considered it is my first official job in this area I am pretty happy about it. Probably I should have charged more tho, but I’ll surely learn quickly. Anyway it is nice to know that after 10+ years online and many projects and websites, communities, but also having managed many bars, my ideas and thoughts get a chance and I get money for having ideas. Maybe I might one day write the stuff I write in a paid members only board also here.
The clash with my father was forgotten pretty fast. I knew it would turn that way. Sadly. I have the backup of my colleagues in the situation with our project director, although I still don’t know if I will stay at the charity.
Reading all this, I guess I should be pretty happy or? Lately I even took/have more time for myself. Now why am I still feeling shit and write I am on a negative run?
Damn feelings, why did I ever allow myself to feel?
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