Stone Dead Already
Sometimes you get to a point in life and say: how the hell did I get here? I had that particular epiphany a couple of days ago. Sitting in my cubicle and staring at the cardboard tiled ceiling…I started to question myself about my abilities. This new job is definitely the whole Less Work More Pay package but you begin to wonder how much you actually need money more than you do experience. Right now most of the things I do range from lugging cameras and equipment to sitting for 6 hours straight on a chair editing and writing. It may seem like a stable job but it is definitely not what I’m looking for.
My instinct tells me to be a loner for life, but my soul tells me differently.
