500 Words A Day--Day 4

I’m hungry, I’m tired and I’m pissed off today. I can’t even say that this should be a fun little exercise because I have a feeling it will just turn into rants about all the shit that happened today. I never wanted this writing exercise to turn into a daily journal where I just come on here and complain about stuff, so I will censor myself and try to think of something else to talk about. Suffice it to say that today was one of those days where it seemed like everywhere I turned someone needed help with something that they should have been able to handle themselves. Frustrating, my friends, frustrating.

I just wolfed down a bowl of chicken and pasta and I feel much better. I know sometimes my mood is severely effected by my hunger and part of today’s frustration was being asked to start projects JUST as I was heading off to my break or my lunch. I guess I’m just a prick who only wants to take breaks on my own terms and not based around someone else’s schedule.

Just another part of my awesomeness.

If you’re paying attention, you will notice that I missed two days of writing. This was not by choice. I am, unfortunately, probably not going to be able to write as much as I would like on the weekends. And, of course, by “as much as I’d like” I really mean “there’s no way I am going to be able to write on the weekends unless I get a laptop and go walk to the far ends of the earth. Too much stuff going on in the household on the weekends, unfortunately.

Speaking of laptops, I guess it is fair for me to tell the whole world that if I had a laptop and a motorcycle I would find a way to make money with that and I would be GONE forever. No joke. Luckily for the people who like me in life I have neither of those and every time I think I have the money put together to get one or the other the world gets in the way and I end up back at home, dreaming of the open road. I believe that if the stars align and everything falls into place for me to have both of those at the same time it will also be a sign that it is time for me to go.

I have always thought about “going.” I have a wanderlust unlike anyone I have ever met. I’m not saying that no one else has a wanderlust like mine, but if they do they have already hit the road and they are living the dream in a way I could only hope to live it. I feel like I am standing on the sidelines of my life sometimes because of that. I feel like I am SUPPOSED to be out there on the road, like I am built for it both mentally and emotionally.

I have a disconnect with EVERYTHING that makes it easy for me to move on. There is only one thing in life that I have truly held on to and no one will ever know who or what that is. Maybe when I hit the road I will find it. Maybe the stars will align one day. Maybe.