A Northern California native my dreams of ever living in the Bay Area again aren’t that great. In fact, I have to admit it’s no longer a dream because even once when I attended an after Burning Man party rave people were talking about business, valuations, and MVPs. I simply cannot have that be my life. All. The. Time.
I write a lot. I write everyday. Yet when someone calls me a writer it feels odd. Writing doesn’t pay the bills. What it does is allow me to at least try and get all my words out, be creative, be emotional, be thoughtful, be grateful, become a better writer.
The dream to earn a living writing hasn’t gone away. Partially because I’m traveling the world and not living in a place where dreams have to make way to harsh realities.