Current mood:	awake
Current music:	First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes
Entry tags:	happy

I'm wide awake, it's morning
I woke up this morning with my cat next to me and the sun shining through my curtains. On a normal day I'd slam the Snooze button and bury my head under my pillow, but today is no normal day. This is the first day of what I'd like to call the rest of my life because for once, everything I've always wanted is starting to come to me. Everything is falling into place.

I got the classes I want and will be giving the finger to the corporate world tomorrow or on Monday.
I have a gig on Saturday and my friends will be watching.
I may be in a permanent band again very soon.

It's not going to be easy, I know. To be honest, I feel slightly sad about quitting my job because I've grown rather attached to my cubicle and my friends at work. Though my first few weeks in the office were marked with severe episodes of depression, I'd gotten quite used to being a writer drone and was slowly starting to think that I wouldn't mind staying in the company for maybe a year or two, just because I'm already there. But I've never been one to stay in my comfort zone because it's convenient and safe. Besides, a job is just a means to earn money. I refuse to let that take over my life and get in the way of what I really want to do.

I still have some cash, but I'm currently trying to find myself more freelance writing jobs (so if you guys know anyone who needs home-based writers, let me know?). It might be a good idea to cut back on the going out too--which will kind of suck because I have all this free time now. But I don't care. I'm happy. I'm following my dreams and doing what I want--which, I think, is more than a lot of people can say. I'm lucky that my parents are incredibly supportive of my decisions. And of course, I'm damn lucky to have amazing friends who have always been there to supply me with beer, tissues, and good times.

I don't know what kind of career I'll end up having once I'm done with grad school (do I get into PR? give an academic career a shot? live in a house in the mountains and write?), or if this band thing will get me anywhere, or if choosing an unpredictable life of freelance work turns out to be even more difficult than I imagined.

I don't care. I'm happy.