I need to have some fun.
I need a haircut..no.. I don’t. I’m supposed to be growing my dreads.
Well, I need a manly hug. Dang..I have no one to ask for it.
I called my Atlanta friend. The one who I decided wasn’t right for me yet the d**k sho’ll feel right. Hearing his voice made me feel better and then we paused….
Silence…
As we remembered the last time we saw each other…that shit was just about perfect.
Mmm..mmmm….
“I’ll come see you tomorrow,” he said. “Naw.. It’s okay. I’ll be alright.”
And I meant it.
I think my head is hurting so much because I’m beginning a new career in this Second Life journalism. I’m gonna call it Metaverse journalism because it involves reporting on things from the viewpoint of being inside the Metaverse.
Anyway…Metaverse Journalism is equally as rewarding as regular journalism its just..the pay is VIRTUAL money. While I build my portfolio with this particular subjective style, I have to hang in there and recognize that the race is given to those who endure.
I’m just tired…
I have so many new beginnings and so much more to do, my book is halfway done. My parenting blog- needs to be better. I need more articles to do because I’m out of gas. Literally…I can’t drive anywhere. Tamara’s in town and she called me to come over but, I can’t. No gas.
I got Metaverse stories out of the wazoo, but do I get real money for them? NO. Lindens…Lindens… I’m gonna stop writing them. I really am. It’s not worth it. Not for someone who is used to getting PAID for my time and efforts.
I see the promise in this though…I really want to be a part of it..I just want to get some rest too and not have so much on my mind. I’m trying not to even think about the fact that nearly one year after moving back here, I’m no better off than when I came.
At least not financially anyway.
But I am grateful. So grateful that the issues I do have are luxury issues. I’m not over here starving. I’m not over here hearing demonic voices that tell me to kill myself, I’m not handi-capped.
I’m just a brilliant, creative genius with too much talent and not enough time or energy to handle it all.
I need a hug.
I need to see my boys…