As of late I’ve been cruising briskly along a path in pursuit of nickels, dimes, and a smattering of dollars intermingled with a gem here and there. Such is the life of one who makes a living on their own peddling funky old stuff seen as antique or collectible.
In order to make it work I must make it happen. My sole motivator is me. My motivation is a certain kind of life experience ironically afforded by a so called bleak economy. From where I stand I still see all kinds of opportunity.
The political scene in the United States is a total mess but America is still a land of abundance. One of my favorite quotes from a rapper is, “If you’re not living the American dream, go out and get it. No one is going to give it to you”. If a person does nothing, nothing will happen. If a person does something, things will happen.
As of late my drive and energy have been high while I focus on replenishing fiscal reserves. However, creatively, I’m pretty much adrift in an old familiar vastness of someday and maybe this or that. In some regards focus comes easy. In other ways it’s fleeting and elusive.
Of course all work and no play make Jack irritable, frustrated and weird so I mix things up by dropping into a coffee shop, drinking a few beers, witnessing a joust to the death, or singing karaoke at a Texas Honky Tonk. Boring just isn’t a part of my life. If you ever see me in person and think I’m dull it’s probably because I’m preoccupied with a daydream or am in a temporary unsocial mood.
Well, the next two weeks are packed full of activity. When I’m consumed with my stance on home base the blog tends to take a backseat as I tend to this and that. After traveling through exotic lands everyday routine takes a little more effort to write about unless I creatively hone in on a story about a funny or peculiar happening in a timely fashion. My current intention is to post more often with a photo brief narrative. The more I write the easier it come. As with most things consistency is important.
The photo attached with this post was taken with a Vegan friend in a Texas Honky Tonk. The ceiling is covered with deer antlers and the walls are full of stuffed dear heads, guns, a bear skin rug etc.
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