Monday, March 1, 2010

resting syndrome

So, we find ourselves in March. That is always a surprise. How did you like February? I thought it was okay. Another month with no work, just "work."

I have been Down South for three months now. There are many days like today when I don't leave my neighborhood, don't even want to. I am in that mode now where I don't feel the need to go anywhere. I thought that I would kick it in Buenos Aires for three months max, and then move on somewhere else. But I don't really want to anymore, so I'm not going to. I'm not used to this feeling; usually I am so restless. I bought a bunch of books.

After the horrible experience at last week's fashion show, I gave myself a breather and wondered really, what I needed to do. I get the feeling that I am going about this all wrong, that I am going in too many directions to make an honest effort at any one thing. Usually this doesn't bother me; it is kind of my approach to dating as well. It has its pros and cons. I just find it really difficult to specialize. Everyone says you have to make a commitment to one thing/person, to specialize in certain things. But I don't want to, and I don't know how. I guess I learned this week, that I am definitely not going to specialize in fashion. Fuck that.

This week I am biting the bullet and going after some copywriting work. Uggh, I know. But although my rent is miniscule, my belly demands to bed fed every few hours. I just hope it's not horrible.

I did, however, make a promise to myself to spend my 30th birthday in a place I'd never heard of before. I think I will get on a bus and go somewhere. I will have to figure that out; it's just a few weeks away. Maybe I will go to Tigre. I've heard good things...

1 comment:

Papagayo said...

My February was good. Glad to hear you're settling in. And specializing is so difficult, but it makes things easier, workwise and otherwise, doesn't it? It's always so hard to find a job when you "will do anything" in my experience, but once you decide on something, things start to happen. I love you!