I love to read. I tend to read mainly fantasy novels. Over the years, I’ve read hundreds, maybe a thousand by now, fantasy novels. At first, the race of the author didn’t matter to me. Just the stories. As a result, almost all of the novels I read were written by White authors. They crowd my Kindle. Lately, however, I’ve decided to read novels written by Black authors. Thankfully, Google was helpful and I found Nora Jemisin, Evan Winter, and L. Penelope. I found more but I have an affinity for these three. This is especially the case for Evan Winter. I’ve been waiting impatiently for the third book in his Burning Series.
I also love music. Sometimes, I believe I’m obsessed with it. Nowadays, I’ve become dangerously distracted by it. I have very little enthusiasm for anything else. That includes my profession which I now hate with a passion. Early in my profession, I could not envision ever becoming so hateful of what I do. Now, I feel a heavy weight on me when I’m at my office. It becomes bearable only with music playing in the background. I find myself constantly pondering how can I transition out of my profession into my true love without adversely affecting the quality of my life and the people I love. I’m also worried that my dreams of success in the music business will drive me into making poor decisions that could eventually lead to disaster, financial and otherwise. Should I throw caution to the wind?