The Death of my friend last week was a wake up call to start getting my own shit done. There might not be a tomorrow, after all. To be perfectly realistic, my health is already at the point where if I don’t start taking care of it, I could be in the last third of my life instead of the last half. I’m not ready for that yet.
So I’m making changes. Real changes.
First off, I’m going to work on my health. That needs to change. My diet is not terrible, but it’s also not great. It just needs a little tweaking, really. Past that, I need to exercise more. *That* is really my problem. My job is sitting around, my hobbies are sitting around and that needs to change.
Second, my art. I know what I want to do going forward, and I’m just going to start doing it. I’m planning a return to internet live stream broadcasting (live casting?) and I have the hope of eventually performing on a stage at some point.
Also in that vein, I want to explore other avenues of my creativity. Something I can do when the musical inspiration isn’t hitting me. I’d really like to try my hand at writing.
Finally, and this is the tough one, my career needs to change. I don’t want my legacy on this earth to be a well run IT department that created the most efficient workflow management system. Making profit for others is no legacy. I don’t know how or what I can change, but it’s time to decide how I want to define the last half of my life, and I don’t think it’s going to be writing insurance software.
Ive had this feeling of imminent dread lately regarding changes I felt were coming. I need to get ahead of the changes this time and direct them rather than let myself be a twig floating downstream (possibly to a sewage plant). And I’m going to start now.