 It is 8:50AM, as I write. I woke up earlier than usual today. Feeling peaceful and eager to create. I had some cinnamon toast and water out on the patio, watching the sun start to rise up above the rooftops of my new neighborhood. A reminder that I moved states for the first time in my life, moved apartments twice within three months, and left my stable career in property management.
If you told me two months ago that I would be here, I don’t think I would have believed you. I would have probably been a little scared, though the fear would melt away, and reveal itself in its true form as excitement. Really? Yes, really. Isn’t that how it goes? No risk, no reward?
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 How do you talk to yourself, your younger self. . . The one that knows you are meant to be an artist? I’m going to get a little intimate here. There are three days left to my 30 day journey, and I woke up to heavy rain and thunder outside my bedroom window. Cozy, lending to a feeling of reflection. When I woke up this morning, it felt as if water had drenched my body, and was being wrung out slowly. Tired, yet new. I felt some sort of expectation that I should feel differently than I did on day one, when I started all of this. Don’t get me wrong. I definitely feel different. I feel more myself, and more connected with what I want. But I don’t know if I feel better. There’s still something in me that yearns for the approval from others, just in a different way. Instead of seeking the “good job” from my employer, I now seek feedback from the work I publish online. There’s higher stakes, it feels like, and I’m on somewhat of a ticking clock. I don’t feel fireworks, drums beating, cheers in the distance. It’s just another day that I wake up with the thought: I want to be an artist.
 Another Monday comes around, and I find myself back at a blank document. About one week ago I decided to quit my job and start an experiment with myself. I told myself I would take 30 days to strictly pursue my own interests, hobbies, and turn them into a business. And see what happens. I also told myself I would publish a blog post once a week. So, here we are.
What are my rules for myself? How do I structure my time? Here. I'll tell you. . .
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