Tinaciouslee

Y’all, remember last year when I said I would abandon writing for good, and focus on visual design. And spent all year long refusing to accept writing jobs and whining about the job market?

Well, I got back into the whole shebang early this year. K so, I work at a publishing house now. It’s a legit one too, with sig and everything, so at some point in time, assuming I stay on for a long time, Google might actually index my sig, and every time my name comes up, you’ll know which publishing house it is and where.

I do have mixed feelings about jumping in after being away for what felt like a long, long time. I’m a little rusty, to be honest, but here I am, back to what I do semi-not-bad.

The only downside is, the job requires me to put my big girl pants on and do actual work, attend meetings, meet people, etc.

I have to admit, the work hours were jarring because I pretty much spent most of my career taking small jobs, not committing to anything if it takes a lot of my time or energy cuz I’ve grown content being a bottom feeder, lol

I feel like I took those days for granted. I was like a flea sucking on all dem bloods until I grew fat, round, and lazy. And now, those days are long gone.

Alas, my friends, I had to grow up.

On the up side, I felt motivated to do a good job, which is something new. I kind of enjoy being busy, which I used to hate very much. I always feel like I don’t have anything to prove to anyone. But life humbled me in many ways. This job makes me want to do better, you know? I can’t explain it, eh.

Besides going on and on about writing, this post serves as a proof of life of sorts. Sadly, I gave up regular blogging for social media posting years ago. This space is now a relic, a window to a time when I was still tick ticking away on my little keyboard, rambling, ranting, writing excitedly about thangs, and stuff. It got so bad, I almost deleted this website three months ago because I no longer see any point in keeping it live, you know?

Life got to me guysth.

I turned 43 this year and refused to celebrate. Every year felt the same, man. My husband and besties were like, you should have fun, go and celebrate your birthday and I was like, fuck this shit, birthdays sux!

Quite the rebel yell, amirite?

I must admit, I was going through a rough patch during the first quarter of the year, and things were the opposite of what my Chinese horoscope was supposed to be. I know, I know, it’s superstition nonsense, but I believe it, whatever, I don’t care!

But things did turn around on my actual birthday, something clicked. For some reason, the universe gave me exactly what I asked for and everything fell into place.

It’s the most uncanny thing guysth. Someone somewhere loves me and that one, whoever or whatever s/he/it is, has been granting me wishes, I swear.

Anyhoo! I’ll end this rambling on a positive note. I miss you guys! Do you miss me writing? Shall I do more of it?