Future realities

I hope you didn’t come here for science fiction. I’m not sure, if I have a knack to write sci fi. I merely hoped to return to my blog.

If I want to blog, it needs to be the first order of business in the evening after I had dinner and a little browse around the net to get some news.

I find I am procrastinating, if I am not doing that. That’s what I’ve done the last few days. Mind you, I have been writing and not just a sentence here and there. No, real and proper writing.

But I’ve also procrastinated over a few things, blogging being one of them.

As usual, I come here to think. I don’t quite know where to start, but not for the lack of thoughts.

Let’s see. There are four things vying for my attention in my busy monkey brain.

Work. Negligible and easily thrown out. But I’m so busy at work and it’s been so all-consuming that I couldn’t switch off when I arrived home and kept thinking on this, that and whatnot. Very annoying.

Moving. I find that I can’t live much longer where I am living now. I am not exactly happy and most certainly rather underwhelmed. I like precisely one of my housemates. The other guy I hardly see, but he does seem to be nice. And the landlady and her partner are decent people, but I’m not fond of this whole arrangement and rather have fewer people under one roof.

That brings me also to wanting to live on a houseboat. There are plenty of houseboats, but not many to share and those I could live on by myself, are not necessarily affordable. So I go on websites where one can buy houseboats and, man, do I ever wish I had the money right now, because I’d buy one tomorrow.

I admit I’ve been obsessing over it and have looked at so many different ones, that I’m getting a good idea of what I should pay, could pay and what I want it to look like.

Travelling. That one is almost mutually exclusive with buying a houseboat. Almost, but not entirely. It’s no news that I plan to travel in roughly another year. I need money to do that.

If I’d get my way, I’d have a houseboat in a month’s time. A nice one, not huge, but suitable for me and possibly another person. If it’s my boat, I’d be, get this, the landlady. Or should that be boatlady? Both sounds somehow wrong. Having a tenant would be rather useful. If it’s someone I get along with and learn to trust, they could stay on the boat in my absence and I could find another person for six to nine months while I am away travelling.

Problem solved.

If it weren’t for the fact that I don’t have the money to buy a boat.

Which brings me to my fourth point of business: writing. That is what it all comes down to. My day job, moving, travelling, living on a boat. All of it culminates here. That makes it very much the first point of business.

You see, all those things, travelling and having a houseboat, writing a book, or rather, books, are not just dreams. They are future realities. Things that haven’t happened yet, but will most definitely happen.

I can make all of it happen. I will make all of it happen.

If I wouldn’t be so darned impatient right now, I’d feel a little bit less under pressure. I’m the one applying it, which makes this all the more frustrating.

Well, I suppose it’s a goal and not a bad one at that. At least I know why I am doing all this and what for. It’s good to have a drive.

I write for the sake of writing, and I write for myself. But I also want to live as a writer, live by doing the one thing I love above all and not be distracted by a bloomin’ job that doesn’t give me the same kind of satisfaction, but makes me rather grumpy instead.

It’s good to have purpose.



About 2clouds

I am many things, most of them I am 100%, some of them 150%, none of them just half. I write, I read, I dream, I travel. I question. And I'm always looking for answers. No dream is impossible.
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