I legit plan to keep this one short as I have things I need to get to doing and am past the time I told myself I would be up and out by.
But at the same time, fuck it. I have nothing to do that's that important. Outside of maybe getting breakfast. And that can easily become lunch if need be.
I turn 40 this coming Saturday.
I am kind of surprised I have made it this long. I am even more surprised that I feel good about still being around.
As I wrote on here earlier, I wanted to celebrate in some way. But a large party seemed ill advised for both pandemic and social anxiety reasons. And I don't really know very many people in Tulsa anyway.
And besides, my favorite thing in the world is to be out driving around this giant country with no where to be. So I decided to do that.
On a whim, I decided to see if I could scrounge up a little extra gas money by selling some photography prints.
I have dabbled around with cameras most of my life, but never very seriously. It's always been kind of a self-soothing thing for me. I have sold a print or two every now and then, but only when someone approached me about it. I have daydreamed about making money off it, for sure, but was always a little too shy and anxious to ever try.
But there's something about the fact that I had for years planned to kill myself on my 40th birthday but have now committed myself to being alive that shifts one's perspective ever so slightly. Like what can it hurt to try things more?
Anyway, long story short: I have made almost $700 in the last week just from selling prints.
That feels incredibly fucking good. And validating. And exciting.
I don't want to count my chickens before they're nuggets or anything, but if I can figure out how to keep selling my pictures that could just be my job.
And that would free up my energy for writing (because I am always blocked when money is on the line).
I don't know. Again, don't want to get too far ahead of myself.
But I do know that unless a civil war breaks out tomorrow, I will be on the road the day after. Spending a few days just kind of exploring.
I am thinking New Orleans then along the gulf coast and maybe up the east coast for a bit, depending on how long all of that takes.
I am excited. That's why I've got to get up. I have to mail out some prints and do laundry and get ready to go.
Maybe 40 won't be terrible.
Maybe there's some good on the horizon after all.
8:49 a.m. - 2021-01-19
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