Out of it
Getting out of it is easy to do. Like falling of the band wagon on the Oregon trail. This past week was my first with the new job driving a box truck and I realized how careless I was of my schedule. I just did whatever I wanted to, I worked for a few hours, skated, drew stuff, got a drink with a friend. I didn't even realize it but I was just waiting for some thing to happen. So out of it that work meant, 20 emails and a couple meetings. But this was the first week actually sticking to something and filling every minute.
Yo this week was good though, got to ski hood a few times and let the hotel drift. It's always a good time skiing the September concrete. I found myself being able to shell out more time to have fun with a somewhat structured schedge. Moving things around and prioritizing.
Back in PA for the "surprise" last race with Cascadia and the NW Cup. This has been the best Summer for me as far as growth goes. Hammering out photos and nailing down myself. I'm definitely a slooow learner and I couldn't be more stoked to suck less at being both a professional photographer and myself. After I finish this blog I'm going to run around, "always sunny dry hill" hanging with everyone and eating mud.
idk if I said it 8k times before but who fucking cares if you fall off the band wagon. No doubt you need to be consistent and full of drive if you want to make it. But if I didn't ditch the wagon I would not be who I am. Plus the Seahawks suck, who wants to be on that bandwagon?
Thank you everyone in my life right now, greatful for your words and time.
"See you at city Hall" -Big Red (previous alias: Lil Ray, lil rach, butt chugga marooon)