I’m not completely done with the “We’re All In This Together” segments because I have way too many friends that have been making strides in their chosen path. However, I do want to talk about something interesting that has happened to me over the week and how coming to a gay bar (the only gay that I go to in Philadelphia) has helped me bounce back from it.
life lessons
This is the week I will never forget. It is a week that will live on in the back of my mind as I continue to walk the path I was placed. You want to know the crazy thing about all of this: I was completely blind sighted by it all and I chose to take the high road. Oh, right, you still don’t know what happened to me, do you? I was rejected from a job because of my location.
All this week, I have been doing things that would make me more professionally appealing to the public. See, I’m not that heavy on social media outside of Twitter and Instagram and I’m not extremely active on there. Plus, there was something important that I forgot to create at the beginning of my writing career…a portfolio.
Okay, let me start off by saying that traveling cross country via Greyhound is a wonderful idea in concept. But – my GOD – it is a very difficult test of endurance and sanity. Though I got to take pictures and explore numerous states and cities (I think eight states and over a twenty cities), the real prize, after enduring such a grueling trip, was the new friends I made throughout this journey.
So, my time in San Francisco is temporarily on hold because of a few reasons. One of the main reason is that I am a bit homesick…which leads to my second reason. I need to regroup in preparation to make San Francisco my permanent home. But there’s so much more than that.
My brothers and I have always had the greatest conversation when it comes down to the finer points of family value. Sure, I love talking to my Grandma and Mother but I’ve always been close to my little brother, Antonio, and my older brother, Carlton. Those two are the main reason why I have a phone; you know, besides work (begrudging) and other nonsense. But this past week’s conversation was particularly interesting.
Life is an interesting mistress. She comes up with new and inventive ways to keep me entertained and smiling. However, her most recent adventure that she has in store for me involving me moving to San Francisco to finally spend some time with my aunt. However, the events leading up to the adventure were, for a lack of a better word, unorthodox.
It is at this point in the week that I have acquired everything I need to write my crime novel series. Well…the first installment of it, anyway. Two notebooks that won’t bend (don’t know the name of them), four types of index cards (storyboarding for the books’ particular format), markers and a host of new pens (G2 .05, of course). Wish I had a whiteboard, but a wall will have to suffice, for now. But, as I was shopping at Office Max, something hilarious occurred to me.
This week has been extremely trying for me – on both fronts. It feels like I’m stretching myself out too thin with so many responsibilities and I’m losing my mind. What’s worse? I know I can’t really remove any of them because, well, they’re MY responsibilities. Truth be told, I don’t want to since one really compliments the other; stuck between a rock and a hard place, right? Ha ha ha.