Daily Grind

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Published from a previous blog title Kirby’s Pen

After a series of travels that have led me to finding the love of my life, and a new part of the country, I am back at the writing board. I’ve become more aware of something I already knew, which is that writing is inside of me and it must be expressed. I’ve been working as a journalist, freelance writer, and creative writer, and I’m drawn to stories about the human condition.

I just wrote about a dog who saved their owner’s life and a guy who has always dreamed of mountain biking and making a living do so. Now, he is doing it, and I’ve felt inspired by both tales. The woman told me that life is just too short, and the guy said there is no trying only doing. So here is me doing what I love and not waiting anymore because life is too short. I’m typing out into cyber world the thoughts that move in and out of my brainscape. I hope that there are some readers out there who are also inspired.

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I’m not looking for fame or fortune, although I’m not opposed to those manifestations, but I’m looking to make a connection with people around the world so that through those connections I can better understand the human/life experience that connects us all. What it means to love, laugh, cry, and all other emotions involved in living each day on this planet, that is what I want this blog to be about.

The pursuit of knowledge emotionally, physically mentally, and spiritually will be key topics that I will discuss. My latest question has been about adulthood, and I would love to hear what other people think because I’m relatively new to this thing called the 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. work day. So far, I don’t like it. Why? Simply because I’m not crazy about going into work.

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I like my work, but I do not enjoy being in an office. I feel like I can accomplish almost the same amount of work from my computer anywhere. Plus, I commute to work, which is an added hour of daily driving. I’ve thought about moving closer, but where I live is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen, so the glory of waking up on the mountain is priceless to me.

In some ways, I could make my life easier, so maybe I shouldn’t complain, but I see the happiest people in my life not compromising. Instead, they see a challenge as an opportunity. The beauty of life is that everyone is different. Everyone finds their happiness in different ways, and for some, I’m sure, the 8 to 5 gig is great. Me though, I feel torn between being with my family, having time to practice yoga, doing things to take care of myself, cooking homemade meals, fixing up my home, sending handwritten letters to those I love, writing my novel, and traveling.

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For months, heck really the last two years, this whole struggle has finally come to surface after a series of fights with my new love and my family. I feel the pressure from society to conform, to be everything they want which is a beautiful woman who has full benefits and is using her M.A. degree. Yet, the artist in me wants to smash the clock and work at my own pace. I know it is all balance.

I know as my yoga practice has taught me that everything is made of balance, the yin and yang. I’ve watched “The Secret,” and I have enough enlighten friends to know that I can manifest and create my own reality. So while I’m still working that job, I thought I could at least work on my own pursuits so that I can head toward independent employment.

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Anything could happen, so why not try and live in the footsteps of those I admire, maybe I will be the next great ____________ (fill in the blank). I’m excited by the unknown. I’m excited by the chance to succeed.

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