Actually, since returning to my day job, the pressure has been off considerably. It's probably the meds. The need to do everything, every menial task, has lifted from my shoulders. Despite not feeling incredibly bent on going about my day with extreme intensity, I actually still keep up my work very well. For the first time in my life I'm not "freaking out." I'm actually able to do more work in less time than before when I was focused and trained on my tasks. Incredible the things drugs can do.
I had a recent chat with my boss at Sequart. It was one of those "good" conversations. For the first time in a long while I feel like the cloudy mess that is life is clearing ever so slightly. The future is uncertain, only discernible by God, but he's given me a thumbs up, sorta...
Building a career is important. I don't think people do that very much anymore. Most of the time, someone graduates from college, or matures beyond adolescence, gets a job, and then stays at that job for an indeterminate amount of time. Maybe another job looms and weaves into their path, but the individual swerves between careers with little direction. Sure, there is some kind of hindsight clarity that reminds us why we make certain decisions when one does, but I don't think the actions that result have any true foresight.
But Julian Darius told me the other day that the saying is true,
"Harvard graduates don't find jobs, they make their own."
Cue the lifebulb above my head!
So things are good, better than before. I came up with a cool story that I'm going to start running on Wednesdays, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Also, the book and graphic novels coalesce. Finally now, maybe, I can start creating content again. Good content!
I hope you all enjoy it.