... master of approximately 1.5.
Over the last four days I have been a make up artist on a magazine shoot, a writer, a website designer, worked at a local punk festival and today finished it off by working in the museum as a steward.
Soon I will be adding assistant at a doggy daycare to my current roles.
Basically, this really pleases me. I struggle sometimes to write positively on this blog because I worry that it'll sound like I'm bigging myself up, or that I think I'm amazing. I hate that. I hate bragging and I hate it when people brag about what they do. That's not why I'm writing this post. I just want to convey that, well, this last week I've been happier than I have been in ages.
It genuinely feels awkward to write something that isn't snarky or analysing something. To just write something because it's true and it's simple. Life is better than it's been for a while. I have focus. I have goals. I have something that I'm happy to work on 15 hours a day. Because I want to.
I'm still sick, but I've started the new treatment. I'm still skint but I'm doing something about it, and I'm doing it my way. I'm still single, but actually I've worked out that I just don't care that much right now. Unless I bump into someone fantastic who changes my life, I can't see it changing for the time being. Plus, I have no time. At all. The thought of trying to fit someone in makes me panic a bit.
All I've been doing is working and sleeping. But the different kinds of things I've been doing and the different people I'm meeting and the lack of a routine is changing my life for the better. I feel more motivated and more driven than I have in a long, long time.
I may or may not be able to make a success out of my new venture but the fact that I'm actually putting my energies into something I want to do, in the way I want to do it is so ridiculously satisfying.
Who knew that life is this simple?