I've never been more tired. And I've never wanted a real life more than today. Went to a dinner party. This dinner party was on the 30th floor penthouse of a building on the south waterfront. Yeah, I have a friend who lives in a penthouse. And my, is it ever amazing. He had such a wonderful group of friends over. Some of them had kids, some of them had boyfriends or girlfriends, some of them had gray hair. The point is, they were all awesome and they all have jobs. Cool jobs. Jobs that are real.
I started a new one of my own two weeks ago. I'm so very exhausted. So many hours for something so temporary. I'm working in an office environment that keeps coffee brewing all day long and purchases a couch for the boardroom because they work through the weekend. I've been lucky that I haven't had to work a weekend yet, but I know that I will. Working to get democrats elected. Then, after the election, I'll be unemployed again. It's freaking me out, but it's also making me think about what's out there.
Tonight I was surrounded by a group of men and women who have struggled their way from someone like me to owning their own businesses. They are all entrepreneurs. They are all really smart. And damn are a lot of them rich! How do I go from 25-year-old me to 35-year-old them and be successful and (seemingly) happy and proud that I started my own life and my own business and my own world? All it takes is one good idea. I want it to be wordy. I want it to involve writing. I want to be able to hire my own employees that make me laugh. I want to own a penthouse where my kids can ride their tricycles around and around my 360 degree rooftop patio that alternates view of the river with view of the hills.
I started a new one of my own two weeks ago. I'm so very exhausted. So many hours for something so temporary. I'm working in an office environment that keeps coffee brewing all day long and purchases a couch for the boardroom because they work through the weekend. I've been lucky that I haven't had to work a weekend yet, but I know that I will. Working to get democrats elected. Then, after the election, I'll be unemployed again. It's freaking me out, but it's also making me think about what's out there.
Tonight I was surrounded by a group of men and women who have struggled their way from someone like me to owning their own businesses. They are all entrepreneurs. They are all really smart. And damn are a lot of them rich! How do I go from 25-year-old me to 35-year-old them and be successful and (seemingly) happy and proud that I started my own life and my own business and my own world? All it takes is one good idea. I want it to be wordy. I want it to involve writing. I want to be able to hire my own employees that make me laugh. I want to own a penthouse where my kids can ride their tricycles around and around my 360 degree rooftop patio that alternates view of the river with view of the hills.
