Nothing is Easy; Everything is Hard Work.

“Start a blog.”

“Do you have a blog?”

“You should blog.”

“Blog on a log.”

Is that all there is these days for a wanna-be writer to be an actual writer who gets paid from a company with a check that has your name on it that is linked to your bank account and is known as a direct deposit? Isn’t there another way to do this? Nothing is easy; Everything is hard work. And HOOOO BOY, life isn’t nearly as simple as I thought it would be circa {any previous year} of age. But does it really have to boil down to a blog?

Kinda.

So, here I am. The Life Wizard herself. Everything I say should be taken very seriously, but also know that I am probably crying over parking in LA, or talking to my dog like he is a human and never receiving an appropriate answer from him because he cannot effectively speak human.

But unlike dogs, a lot of good can come to humans just by knowing what one wants and being able to articulate it. Just by knowing what one wants. I’ll say it again, just by knowing what one wants. This seems to hang us up. And by us, I mean me, and probably many of you. Knowing what we want doesn’t need to overwhelm us in the way that it does {me talking to myself in the mirror}. This can quite literally mean knowing what you want to do right now, or tomorrow, or through the end of the year. Knowing what you want doesn’t mean you have to lock down your life for the next 5 years or wonder where this thought will take you come 10 years. Mind crashes. Panic ensues.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THERE AT THIS RATE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BUY A HOUSE AT ANY POINT EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE FUTURE HELLO I LIVE IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE AN ASTRONAUT WHEN NASA IS LIKE NOT EVEN A THING ANYMORE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP BUYING ALMOND BUTTER WHEN I JUST SAW ONE IN A HEALTH FOOD STORE THAT LITERALLY COST THIRTY THREE DOLLARS YOU SICKOS.

This is what happens when I try to decide what I should do for the holidays, or how to meal plan for the next week, or most importantly, what job I need that will make me the most happy. A job. You know. That thing. That thing you have to do and have to have and have to go to and have to do things for and be awake and talking and coffee.

So, in an effort to make us all saner inside of our brain cavities, let’s just keep taking deep breaths. Bob Marley told me, basically to my face through my ear holes, that everything is going to be alright. And hey, Mars apparently has water. So, astronaut dreams can still come true.

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