Headed to Europe?
Am I going to Europe? I’m not sure. Months ago I realized that I want to be a writer, or at least to give it a shot, having nothing else at the moment that strikes my interest. I realized that the reasons for my employment in real estate were wholely monetary–a means to an end, and that the ends were varied but included travel and writing and possibly a return to formal schooling, despite all its shortcomings. I also realized that the money would never come if that’s all I cared about (cliché, but true in my case).
So I decided to pursue my interests without regard to money–to play for the sake of music, without an eye towards success, as Rodrigo y Gabriela put it during their concert Saturday.
I applied for a job as a writer for a European guidebook, and much to my surprise, I got the job. I was supposed to leave next week, but there’s been some delays with the publisher, which should be resolved in the next few days. I suppose that if they aren’t resolved that I’ll be back to square one–not that this gig was ever anything more than a temporary endeavor.