When changes occur…

…just roll with’em.

The gears are rolling in the life of Michael again, just as they were back last summer before the stresses and anxieties of a bad relationship froze all advancement.  As I sit here, I’m waiting for my Alero to finnish up getting aligned, and two new front tires. 

I didn’t get to go out to the club this Sunday.  Things just didn’t pan out.  For starters, I was afraid my tire (which was worn from bad alignment) was going to blow.  In addition, I needed an oil change, and had to fill in at work Monday.  So, no partying this week.  I threw back a few screw drivers with aunt Leslie Sunday, and watched her mom’s new pug puppy (which bares striking resemblence to a catfish) amble around the house in cute puppy fashion.

I’m scheduled to go down to an apartment here at 4 o’clock.  I could be moving out in the next month or so, maybe even sooner.  Confrontation and conflict with parents, and the strong urge to get-the-fuck-out on my own has been un-bearable as of late, so something had to give.  I’m not sure how or if I can make it on my own, but there’s only one way to find out.  In addition to waiting tables, I’ve made an advancement in the art career.

The new resturant owners have put up one of my biggest drawings ever at the entrance section of the resturant, where people wait to be seated.  I’m trying to come up with an idea of how to create business cards so that I can sell my art in the resturant, and possibly be commissioned to do some for people.  Since mom and I haven’t been getting along (for a change) it seems dad has been supportive on getting me the hell out on my own.

“You’ll work a lot more, and a lot harder.  But you’ll feel better.” he encouraged me.

“Your art is now going to be an extra income, so you have to go with it and work at it.  It’s going to help your career in the long run.” he insisted.

I see his point.  I guess the fear of “not making it” and not being able to keep up with bills, car insurance, and rent has given me more reason than ever to advance in the artistic realm.  I plan on doing/selling some photography too.  My State Farm Agent wants to see some work, and offered to buy some.

Right now, it’s all about sorting this shit out.  I don’t have much in the ways of furniture, but already I’ve had an offer or two to give me some unused crap.

I think this change could be one of the biggest changes in my entire life.  It’s either going to make or break me.  We’ll see what happens next…

~ by Michael on June 10, 2008.