It’s time to figure out what I’m doing with this writing degree that I’ll be spending the next three decades paying for.

What is a legitimate obstacle for me though is I work full-time. Some weeks, more than full-time. So, by the time I get home, I’m too tired to think. I don’ t know how to get around this. The only time that I’m creatively productive is when I’m on vacation from work, which is a few weeks each year.

I am desperate to not waste what I worked so hard for the last three years. But I feel like I have zero time or energy. As I write this, I’m yawning every other minute; my eyes are watering; and I’m pretty much ready to go to bed at any time.

I have to figure out something. I don’t want to waste this. I don’t want to waste this. I don’t want to waste this! You got that, Me?? You’re officially on the clock.

I also don’t read as much as I’d like to for the same reason. So, something has to change.

I wrote a poem yesterday, which makes me feel a little better. But it’s only the tiny beginning of what I really want.

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