Can we just skip to the part where you all tell me to put my big boy pants on and man the **** up, pretending I have posted a long and whiney thread about how after spending three years sorting myself out, getting past my daemons, clearing a tulip load of debt and finally getting somewhere with contracting where not only was I enjoying myself, but building up a positive reputation in the gigs that I have left rather than dumping and running? And then everything turns to rat tulip in my personal life so as to be reminded of the time when I was sat in a bathroom with a bottle of vodka and enough opiates to stop an elephant after those closet to me said how much better off if I wasn't here (they were right I couldn't even do THAT right!)
I guess I knew while on the bench my attention span would run out way before my warchest did, but looks like its time to do what I do best, shut everything out, pretend everything is ok and throw myself back into working, I was looking forward to being choosy about the role I took next, not having to jump to the first contract offered to get money rolling in, but I guess best keep busy, best keep numb....
I guess I knew while on the bench my attention span would run out way before my warchest did, but looks like its time to do what I do best, shut everything out, pretend everything is ok and throw myself back into working, I was looking forward to being choosy about the role I took next, not having to jump to the first contract offered to get money rolling in, but I guess best keep busy, best keep numb....
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