Change your mind

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Mental turn-around.

This summer is going to be the best. Something needs to change and it will - I will make sure it does. I deserve my fair share, and I'm going to make sure I get it. Enough being sad about what may or may not happen, enough waiting for someone else to get their act together, enough thinking everything over and over and over.

It all boils down to one simple choice: you choose life or you choose death. I've always chosen life - I just need to remind myself sometimes.

And here's a little something of why this post even exists. I'm not going to explain, but I may at the end of the summer...

That special place

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Everyone has that one special place they go to when they need to be away from everything. That one place where you always feel at home, where you sleep without nightmares, where you wake up feeling rested, where you feel you can finally breathe again, where you can choose silence when you need it, where you feel inspired, where you feel happy, where you can cry in peace, where you finally feel like yourself again.

This is mine.

Happiness is back!

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I figured out an agreement with my landlord's attorney. I stayed in one night last week and realised how much I loved my apartment and how much I didn't want to give it up. I've worked soooo fucking hard to give it all up. I really want to kick myself right now for being such an idiot - but as my Mum says, sometimes you really need to hit rock bottom in order to climb back up again. Even work is more manageable and I have so many fun and interesting projects outside of work in the pipeline. Sooo I have an agreement to pay everything off by Jan 31st. I am going to need a second job in order to do this...
I love being busy, I love having multiple things to do. I hate being bored and sitting at home wondering who I should call. I've never been like that and I am not going to start right now. Burning the candle at both ends is my thing - I just need to know when to chill out so that I don't collapse.

Happiness Happiness Happiness!

Can't wait to see Paradox Twin in a bit. It's been too long. And Combat Baby later at the show. No fail evening again I hope! I am so proud of Combat Baby and my mix while DJing at The Skinny last Tuesday - I think it was our best ever. Who's up for a whole night of Motown now??

When the lights go out my brain turns on

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My emotions are way out of tune at the moment. I know there's something wrong but I cannot bring myself to get what I need for them. I've done so well without pills, and they make me feel so out of it and and zombie-esque that I don't want to. I'm afraid to lose all feeling. BFF amle L the L took me out for dinner last night and told me that I was either super sad or super happy at the moment. And he's right - there is no middle ground - either I'm dancing around a pole at Darkroom or literally dragging myself out of bed in the morning after 12 hours sleep not knowing how the hell I am going to make it to work without throwing myself under the subway.

So how do we make Happiness Paradox come back? Because even the Stoli-induced Happiness is not working so well anymore. It now just makes me fall off barstools or dance around poles while blacked out. And that really isn't sexy. It's just hilarious. (Lets not talk about how sad that is - at least I hang out in a neighbourhood where this happens to everyone else on a weekly basis too.)
I came to the conlusion that I needed to change my job a while ago. I'm very happy with everything in my life except for my job. Which I now hate. I can't even pretend that it will get better anymore. And my bosses can tell me over and over again that I'm a natural at what I do and excellent at my job - it doesn't change anything. I'm just not passionate about this industry. I love writing and I love music. I don't love localization. It's a job. It got me a visa to live and work in New York. But afeter 2.5 years it's driving me insane. I haven't written an interesting word for a year because I have absolutely no inspiration. And I HATE that.

I have an idea for a new novel forming in my brain. I now need to sit down and get it out. I will use my red eye flight back from LA on Thursday night to start putting ideas down. Baby steps. LA is going to be a blast (not): I fly in tomorrow night at 10:30pm, have a meeting from 9-11am and then I get the red-eye back in the evening. I haven't even prepared anything yet. It just doesn't interest me anymore...

I also need to write my experiences from last week down. Control and BRMC. And all of the rest. Stomping up and down Ludlow. I miss doing that with Paradox Twin. Especially because I've decided to finally walk my new boots in (the others are going to lose their sole soon. I cannot get rid of them yet though - I love them too much).

Why do I feel so tired? And why do I feel so sad all of the time. I need a Stoli on the rocks. I wish I could say no but it's the only thing that perks me up right now. Well there is another thing, but it makes me too sad to talk about it at this moment in time. Maybe later this week. Maybe never. Those who know know anyway.