Alright, so lately I've started on the Freelance path to success..... Ok maybe that is a bad way to start this off. Lately I've been trying out a new way to live my life and still make money and survive in this money driven world.....yeah not feeling that either. Alright last go at this. Two weeks ago I decided that it would be better for me to try having a more travel based job(s) which includes but not limited to freelance video editing, merchandising, independent contractor in the IT field, etc. It's a more difficult way of life especially starting out but it should all pan out at some point. I signed on with two companies that will give me jobs and basically set the pace for the next years to come. I don't want to put a time limit on it because that seems delusional. In my new pursuit I've learned that I suck at getting up before 10:30AM if have no where to go the next day and I'm even worse at going to bed before 1AM. It seems like I'm falling into the clutches of insomnia some nights and other nights it's just me trying to finish everything I can before falling asleep because, I know I'm going to wake up late in the day and then rush to try and get things done before typical companies close.
It's amazing the funny things that happen at night. Which reminds me of the minor car accident I was in on my way back from AWA to my friends house on Sunday night.(ok so really bad segue just to tell this story but hey what can you do) It was a dark and stormy night on I-85 N and the cars where all around us (dramatic huh) the construction on the side of the road was slowing down our progress and making the people around me drive erratic. I watched the eb and flow of the cars around me as if my car was the moon. Then as the car in front of me began to brake I applied my brakes, only to feel a sudden jolt from the rear of the car push the car forward in one not so smooth motion. My passengers all jumped and I heard the cutest response anyone could ever hear from such a thing. "What was that?!," I heard my friend in the seat beside me exclaim in utter surprise. I stifled a laugh and then with all my concentration on not laughing said,"we just got hit." We had to trek down a short 3 mile stretch of the highway to get to a safe point so that we could pull over and assess the damage. I got out and the car that hit us pulled in front of us and parked. I ran down to check on her and then went to go check on my own vehicle. Relieved at my luck that she only hit the trailer hitch receiver which is the strongest point on my car. I ran back and attempted to exchange information with the woman. Which was entertaining since it was raining and the best thing I had to protect my phone from the rain was a plastic bag that just blew in the wind. (I'll leave the rest of that conversation for the insurance company to know.) After getting all that taken care of I spent a few minutes checking over everyone to make sure they were fine and then we drove to the nearest restaurant to get food since we hadn't eaten dinner yet. At the restaurant I was worried that the car might not fully make it back to my friends house because we started having idling problems with it; a possible result of the accident but I'm not laying any claim to knowing the inner workings of these newfangled cars which run on computers and sensors and all sorts of crazy magic. (I miss the old cars with the wires, cables, and other various physical connections to the wheels, throttle, and brakes. These days driving is less an experience and more a means to an end.) We ate and then drove the rest of the way back to my friends house which was luckily less eventful then the first portion. I realize now that there were so many more things I could have said during that incident but hey who's counting. Luckily it was just the car that got hurt and not a person or an animal.
So anyways that ends that story which brings me back to the beginning of my reason for typing this post. I have to be up at 7:30 AM and it is now 1:30AM which means not enough sleep to be had for what I have to do and I'm not actually tired yet. Yes I know I could turn over and close my eyes or read one of my new comic books or something like that but I find it more relaxing to get thoughts out of my head and written down for people to judge me on. (I'm a messed up individual I know) These days I spend more time thinking about how people see me and less on how I want to be seen in the eyes of the world (not that the world cares but more or less the egotistical drivel that I've grown accustom to since high school.) After proofreading this to make sure it makes enough sense that you'll get the gist of what I'm trying to say. (I feel like writing these post makes me a better speaker since I'm finding synonyms for words and definitions to make sure I'm spelling stuff right. Guess that's the perfectionist in me showing through).
I blame insomnia for this one.....
