I realize it’s been a while since I’ve written on this blog. Frankly, for the past three months, I’ve been writing every single day between my chapbook and my blog articles for my two writing jobs. On a laptop I’ve been for six years that’s about to crash and burn for the final time. It’s been rewarding, but also lonely, and at the same time been saving me money by not going out bar hopping til two in the morning. Which brings me to my past weekend in Chicago and Peoria.
I was really looking forward to a trip to Peoria ever since Valentine’s day weekend. So when the opportunity to celebrate a friend’s 21st birthday came along, I jumped the gun and made it my mission to see all of my old college buddies. I have felt so out of place since graduating that I honestly don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I want to write, create articles that will get people talking, and not sound corny in my personal writing. Finding a way to have enough money for my new cell phone, new laptop, future Christmas presents, AND paying off my car insurance is exhausting for a writer/sales associate. I didn’t care though. I was determine to have a weekend of fun, even if it meant driving all the way up to the Chicago land area.
The weekend of epic proportions was filled all of the people I wanted to see, the downtown Chicago skyline and bars, and simply hanging out with the old crew. I even saw some people from high school I didn’t expect to see. It was wonderful. It made me grateful seeing everyone in a better, happier, and more honest place in all of our lives. I found a little inner peace knowing that everyone is fine and I didn’t need to worry if everyone was alright so much. Driving to Peoria again made me realize something. Realize my understanding for “the struggle”. My understanding that life is short and the time to start getting happy and moving forward is now. I’m glad I’ve been staying on my grind and focusing on myself.
The struggle is real, but it’s the grind that makes you real.