| It occurred to my last entry might have been a bit abrupt. So let me explain, now that's not some stupid hour with me stressing out everywhere.
I'm 23 years old. My name is Suzanne Fleming. I'm engaged, living with my future husband. I work seven days a week, and I'm broke.
This is a situation so completely alien to me. I never expected to end up like this. I thought I'd be single forever, and traveling to random places across the globe. I thought I'd be a writer, an artist, I had only the vaguest ideas of how I would pay my bills.
With all this new stuff, I tried to hold onto my old identity for as long as possible. Pre-University. I was a gamer, a Turkboardian, a geeky artistic woman with feminist tendencies.
Then I went to the USA, aged 18, and did some stupid shit that changed me forever.
After that, I never was as comfortable. I never drew as much or wrote as much. My feminist tendencies did turn into a more complete theory, and I did make some awesome friends. I ran away a lot, I was quiet, and I was growing up. I fell in love for the first time, and had my heart broken for the first time.
After University, I went through the same 'oh shit, what am I doing with my life' slump that everyone does. I was lucky enough to stay with a friend who charged me insanely cheap rent and gave me enough space that I could just vegetate with WoW for a while.
Then I fell in love again. Everything in my life since has been about the complete fucking hassle of getting the world to let us be together. And now we are. It's like... I had this massive purpose that kept me going, and now it's all worked out. Which is great, but means I have to return to my original questions: what AM I doing with my life?
See here's the other thing I've learned: being in debt sucks. I want time. Time to do things I enjoy, to visit my friends, to travel, to sleep late and watch good movies, to do what I please. To do that, I need money. To get money, I need to maximise the amount I get paid for each hour I work. To do that, I need to avoid stupid evil corporations with their minimum wage, and I need to charge my own rate.
So I'm doing it. I've become a freelancer. I gave my three months notice at Isotx, I've spent more time on polishing up the two clients works I do have (Rockschools and Identity Crisis), and I'm subscribing to elance.com. I ordered some business cards, and got some free stationary with my web address on.
I'm already registered as self-employed, and I already have my bank accounts set up. I'm ready to do this.
Anyway.
I'm busier than I've ever been, and all my creative energy is going into stuff that makes money. I have no time to pretend to be 16 anymore. I have no time to do the things that I used to associate with myself anymore. I'm not an artist, and I'm a writer of pithy blog articles, not of world changing novellas. I need to focus on myself, and my own life, and I simply don't have time to do everything and be everyone. I'm not interested in writing up my drama for the world to see, because I don't need to. |