Freeloading is harder than it looks

Dear GwenPal,

I am writing to you in the comfort of my cushy bedroom, racing the the Nyquil I took about 40 minutes ago to finish this post before knocking tf out.

I do live the good live, I must admit.

I don’t pay rent, I don’t pay for food, I don’t really have to pay for anything other than my car insurance and (recently) my gas money. Life is pretty good (for me at least).

With all the money I (plan to) save on all of my amenities and utilities, I can invest more time and effort into my freelance career. In theory.'

With university on the incline and the start of my new part-time job, it feels like the time I would’ve hoped to gain from being in a situation as good as mine is cut short by much more than I could have expected. I have to plan my time accurately and account for the energy and attention I can put into each day.

Harder than I thought indeed.

As the effects of the Nyquil continue to weaken my senses (and will to continue writing), I find myself at the impasse of effective vs. excellent, a struggle I have yet to navigate. Do I care about churning out content like a modern-age printing press, or do I care about creating something long-lasting and impactful that will transcend generational interest?

Can it be both?

I’ve decided that in this time of scarcity and restructuring, the best thing I can do for myself is invest my time and energy into activities and projects that light me up, instead of rapid-firing blanks into the void.

I’ve learned it's fruitless being a niche-less nobody. But, I’ve learned if I can get really good at one (or two) things, I’ll be irreplaceable.

(It was at this moment that the connection in my laptop cut out and I thought she was a goner. I’ll still get a few good stories out of this sucker before she finally goes MIA and joins the motherboard in the sky. Is there a computing heaven? I hope so)

Anyway, I know this week’s issue is shorter than I’ve written previously, but I’m trying to finish this before the next wave of my Nyquil hits me and I lose track of time completely.

Thank you all for being a part of my journey. My subscriber list has finally reached the double digits, and as a person who hates to have a flooded inbox, I really appreciate y’all and your support. It means the absolute world to me. I love you, all 11 of you. ❤️ 

Until next time (when the sniffles have fled the scene),

XOXO,

Your GwenPal. ❤️