Bluebonnets in Nod

Days like this make me wonder what I did in my previous life* to have been presented with such a fortuitous position at work. Nothing will ever come close to my job in New York, but this cuts the cake pretty damn close. Writing, for the most part has been put on the back burner (hence the return of this blog), but on a major plus side, I get to spend my days tinkering on clients’ websites ranging from simple updates “(I need a new blog post/picture/icon.”) to complete site makeovers and then I get to strategize online marketing efforts.

I love it. I love it a lot. 

However, in a couple of weeks, I will be scaling back at work to intern for a major online marketing content agency assisting in their social media marketing efforts. My impending supervisor told me that I will have the opportunity to move around departments… and do you know what this means? THERE’S a *#$@*$*$ food blog that I need to get my hands on. This means eating food, writing about food, and schmoozing with like-minded foodies. 

Yes. Just, yes.

*I was a part-time coffee shop owner in the countryside of Ireland with a cottage and a goat and chicken cause Isa gotsta have my eggs and milk.

Apparently, father doesn’t like it when I write about things outside of the realm of  trivial happenings during normal business hours of “Lonny’s Life.”

To that I say this… I am who I am, so get off my back.

I will be perfectly honest; I’ve been a lazy, unproductive dreamer for the past two years and didn’t even realize it until a dear friend of mine said something to me that one) pissed me off and two) threw me into a roller coaster of emotions after realizing that I had lost much, if not all, of my drive. 

So after much contemplation i,e, self-loathing, bawling my eyes out and damning that very friend, I pulled myself together and dusted off the plans I have been incessantly making for the past two years.

This is going to be the most difficult year of my 21 years of life <—- -_- hehe, but it is well welcomed.