Sunday, April 28, 2013
True. I’m going to talk about LA, on the eve of leaving the City of Angels after ten days. My ambivalence about the city has been well documented here. The thought of leaving San Francisco has become more palatable. Why? Well, I’m having a hard time being 47, and need to shake things up.
Right now, I’m a Graphic Designer. I’m looking to do something else with my life. One good thing has been volunteering with Meals on Wheels– it’s helped me get outside of myself. It’s helped me find a contentedness that I was lacking. But more importantly that I can find fulfillment outside of the design world. But what about LA? Well, it still has its deficits. But I want to become a writer. Me and three million other hopefuls. But, I have a saying taped to my wall that says “Dream big. Very big.”
So, I’m going after the big dream. Despite having to traverse the Hollywood landscape to get a job making less than 40k a year, I’m throwing in my hat. When I was seven, I proclaimed that I wanted to become the youngest published author.
I quickly proceeded to not write a single page.
I refuse to be so inactive again. As they say, “Go big or go home.” Well, I’m going baby, going big. Am I making a mistake? Help me decide. But I’m looking to make that leap, and I wouldn’t mind some other thoughts.
Grazie.