A look into the life of Warren Davis

Professional blogging? Hell yes, I am in support of that. It is humorous to me, because over spring break I looked at writing jobs and jokingly tossed around the idea of blogging "professionally". Thoughts like that come and go, and that one had certainly gone. However, today my friend Christen showed me a blog that she found. Come to find out, the blog supports this stay and home mom and her family. All I can say is, "Where do I sign?" A few weeks ago, I walked across a stage in what I felt to be an awkward garment and a just plain appalling hat. What did I get in return for this? I received sheet of paper, I was informed I could move my tassel over, and a miniature statue that I might use as a Christmas gift. Now what? Find a job, that's what. Well, I'm going to be honest. I'm really not that big of a fan of 8 to 5 jobs, nor am I much of an entrepreneur. I have had my own business with snack and drink vending machines for over 4 years...I hate it.

So what is the alternative? Find a job that I enjoy could hypothetically work. Far easier said than done. I would definitely like to travel, to anywhere really. Travel, write, take some pictures... now that sounds appealing. Am I good enough to attract enough people with my stories and antics to make some sort of living?

Who the hell cares. I am going to do what I do, I'm going to do it well, and I'm going to enjoy it.

I haven't written on this in a while. Originally I started this under and alias, to write more, I suppose it was for artistic things and a hope to say whatever I wanted without worry about someone reading it, but a couple things come to mind. First, I realized I really wanted people to be reading it. Second, I really don't greatly care who reads it or what they think; granted, I don't really cross lines like I thought I might. I tend to wonder how my present condition lines up with my future.

Now, I completely and totally realize that I am rambling and likely don't make sense, so let me move on to my point. I have so many people who deeply care and listen to me, but somehow... for some reason, I simply don't feel heard. I don't believe this problem to have any roots in the people listening; it is something else. This past weekend was a bit hard for me. It was an incredible time, and I greatly enjoyed seeing several people that I have not seen for a very long time. I was able to hang out a great deal with people I love deeply. However, all the while, a lot of things were happening under the surface. I won't go into those things now. But it's odd; such a great time riddled with so many questions and concerns. I really wonder what this next year holds for me because it all feels so up in the air at the moment and I cannot seem to find a solid grounding. Things will work out.