Figured I’d get back on this blogging thing. I’ve been going through changes like crazy but one thing that remains the same is the existence of meaningful thought.
I remember once upon a time I was like “eff money, get happiness”. Maybe that was less than a year ago? Life seems so easy when it’s all laid out in front of you and nothing’s truly required of you but finding yourself.
Somewhere along this long term journey to enjoy my life I created requirements for myself. My happiness requires independence, security in the physical, financial, and emotional sense, and internet access. Hardest discovery of my life. I actually require a certain level of income to be happy!
So I’ve come full circle.
Sacrifices have to be made. Isolated happiness doesn’t pay the bills. Artsy pursuits with no improvements to income don’t bring you closer to a car or keys to your own place. Unless it’s a hooptie (see urban dictionary for clarification) or a mobile home. Somehow the idea of those doesn’t bring me much joy. If any.
Now I’m at this new stage of my development called balance. Balance is finding the meeting point between what you want to do to and what you have to do to get what you want. It still eludes me.