So, I lost my job again. Thanks, economy. Please check out my LinkedIn and help me find a new one in NJ/NYC if you can. I’d really apprecaite it.
One of the reasons I’ve done pretty well is because I have a really no-nonsense way of looking at life. I am a realist. There are some problems with this, though. When you are a realist it might be that you are naturally a little depressed.
That’s OK. It’s probably because you are used to looking at life as it is. People do a lot of awful things to each other. If this didn’t depress you then I’d wonder what the hell was wrong with you. The catch is that you can’t let this overtake your way of thinking such that you do jack shit with your life. What I did was push back at my natural tendencies. It worked.
How do you move forward? Adjust how you think about things. Much like a chessboard, shake that shit up and put it upside down or something.
The point I am getting at is that your perspective that everything is hopeless and people are awful is stupid. Cut that shit out.
STEP 1: Realize that you have the potential to make a contribution that can help counteract all of the stupid shit in life that you hate.
If you don’t believe that you have potential, I can’t really convince you other than give you a kick in the ass and a personal example. I don’t claim to know that much, but I know my life and I know what I have seen in it. I have news for you – I am nothing special. I am just too stupid to give up. I thought that things were hopeless when I was younger. I even still think it from time to time today but then I tell myself to cut the shit out.
I was abandoned by my birth parents. I grew up in poverty. I am not one of those bloggers who are trust-funders in disguise that are here to tell you to eat sparkle-stars and emit butterflies from your ears while you enjoy a martini on the beach. I will not show you bullshit glossy photos of my living room where it looks like the waiting room for Vogue Magazine. Why? Because that is not what my living room looks like at all and that is not an accurate representation of my actual life.
My living room is, right now, still full of boxes from running Intervention this past August in Rockville, MD.
My couches are OK, but they cause people back pain and once my friend hurt his balls on it because there’s a metal thing there that holds the cushions in. I call one of my couches, “The Ball-inator”. Don’t sit there. My biggest accomplishment for my living room decor is this stupid fish that sits on The Ballinator. He’s got eggs or something, so he’s fine.
I am the couch fish and there aren't really any eggs.
I have worked hard for everything I have. I am the last person anyone would have expected to get this far in life. I own my own conference/convention, I make money via freelance jobs that I give my all to, and I am working on a book right now.
If my dumb ass can do it, so can you. The key is to connect with a positive community and to focus on what drives you.
Answer the question, “What can I do that I will never get tired of?” What do you love sharing with others? This will draw you forward, connect you with a community, and bring you to where you are going next. For me it was comics and theme parks/haunted attractions. I met great people through these scenes who, in turn, inspire me to create.
A lo of people parrot back, “Do what you love”, but they fail to make a key connection.
The most important thing is to connect with other people who are going to both empower you and give you ideas about where you can go with your art and your life. I can’t claim to understand life. It seems I am being pulled forward into places I never thought I would go. It’s not where I thought I would be. It’s where I need to be. Just sharing my enthusiasm for something I love, brought me all kinds of new friends and new opportunities. Acting the opposite of depressed and reserved got me there.
So basically, I don’t care who told you when you were little that you couldn’t do something. That person was a loser. If I can do something, so can you.