And We're Baaaaaack

OK. Jesus, I am pathetic. This is reboot No. 3, I believe.

As a person who loves symmetry, I come back to you following another "break" in employment. Unlike the events leading to the formation of this "blog," this time it is self-imposed.

I think we can categorize the Attorney experiment as a failed one. While potentially a little harsh, I certainly hate being a litigator. So, I quit. Surprisingly the decision was met largely with envy amongst my attorney peers. My wife on the other hand?

I may continue working in the legal field, I may do something else entirely. Who knows. The world is my oyster.

One thing is for sure: I am going to write that damned movie. I resolved in August to go full force at it, and, well, I've got a few pages and many, many more notes. It's a start, I keep telling myself. I also keep telling myself this: make a fucking effort to write here, dick.

I've tried playing good cop with myself, but it appears I need tough love. So, the kids gloves are coming off and reality is back with a vengeance-kicking ass, taking names, using foul language and generally just being a big jerk.

It's a pretty drastic thing that I have done and I need to make sure I take full advantage of the freedom I have forcibly taken. It is definitely a great feeling to know that I won't be working this job for much longer.

However, it's also terrifying because of rent, student loans etc. Further freaking me out? The sheer number of things I can do. While I have come to terms with Law probably being the wrong field., the 800 lb gorilla in the room asks: well, what's the right field, genius?

Good question, fatso! I don't know. Maybe I could be a laborer? I'd be outside, enjoying nature and all that fun stuff. Or, maybe I could be a teacher. Sweet schedule, inspiring movies starring Edward James Olmos about me. It's tempting.  Also, I do think I would like to be paid to write. I have no idea how to go about doing that, though.

My only fear in all this is that I get sucked into another shit field/career/profession because of financial concerns.

I also want to avoid falling into the obvious insecurity and fear of failure/judgment defense mechanism of just never trying anything.

So, it is settled: The other door has opened and I'm going to (try to) walk through it. For reals.

Also, keep writing dick.