It hasn’t been a month since coming back from Toronto, but I feel like it was ages ago; too many late nights spent on pointless personal projects. It doesn’t seem likely that the rest of my 30 before 30 is going to be fulfilled by my extended deadline of July 2. Not that some of these goals matter much, but it just makes me feel like I really don’t have the discipline to keep at even the most trivial personal goal. I had a job interview this week (don’t want to jinx it by talking about where it was), but I could not sleep the night before. I’ll hear by the end of the week.
I actually have considered selling my camera from time to time. For someone who calls himself a photographer, I really don’t take a whole lot of pictures. I’m beginning to think that I got the SLR more to say I have one than for any potential photographic career I may have. I feel pushed into molds sometimes, and while “photographer” was more appealing than some of the other ones I’ve found myself slotted into, I’m having doubts that it really is my calling. I don’t know: maybe it’s another case of me knowing myself. I feel like the two lessons I’ve been raised with are “settle for what you’re given” and “don’t do anything unless you’re obligated to do it”.
I’ve acquired so much junk in the last few years that I’m tethered to it. I need to make massive changes, but I don’t have the means to do it.
Forgive my sour tone.