I call myself a lot of things.

Sometimes I’m a writer. Sometimes I’m an aspiring writer. Sometimes I’m taking a break from writing to focus on my career. Sometimes my only career path is one that leads me to eventually writing things for money. Most of the time, I’m sleeping and procrastinating on figuring out if there is truth in any of these thoughts.

Sometimes I’m an artist (or, as everyone in middle school called me, a “drawer”). Sometimes I look contemplative while drawing things in a sketchbook. Sometimes I’m drawing in public to feel extroverted. Sometimes I’m drawing at home on the floor of my apartment because I want to feel some sort of casual creative struggle that amounts to nothing but back pain.

Sometimes I’m in marketing. Sometimes I especially want to lead with my day job in marketing if I’m socializing while in a suit or on a date or on a date in a suit (which has happened exactly 0 times and I don’t know how I feel about that).

Sometimes I’m waiting for 5:00 PM and sometimes I’m waiting for 9:00 AM. Sometimes I’m sad that I’m cubicle-bound at 5:37 PM. Oftentimes, I’m feeling the adrenaline rush of stubbornly being under the covers at 9:05 AM.

Sometimes I feel like I know my place in the universe. Most of the time, I’m lying and/or hungry.

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Originally posted on my old blog, Nick vs. the Blog · More from my writing archive