NO WORK....

I have been looking for work everyday for as long as I have lived in my apartment. That hasn't been that long but I am tired of reading about how I can become the greatest sales person on the planet and earn a trillion + a year for nothing, from home. I've searched every job site known to man and I have found a few things but after 300+ resumes sent out and a handful of responses I have started to wonder if I need to pack up my stuff and put it in my truck and go and take photos of people who are starving so that I can be grateful that I have food.

I have the desire and drive to work my ass off.

I would rather be eating out of a tin can on the side of El Capitan hanging in my aiders with no sleep and bleeding fingers, than waiting in vein for responses and posts in front of the computer. It's torture. I can take pictures there too. Maybe I can even sell them. Oh, the Park Service sold that too.

This is scary for me. I have a real fear that this won't work out for me. Today seems grey and I don't really know if I"m just down because the sky is foggy and I've been in front of the computer trying to get down to the truth about the situation at hand. I have been really aware and going with the flow but I am kinda lost right now in the unknowing. I just needed to talk to the universe and ask for some help. Hey, maybe i'll get that help when I pack my stuff again and move on. It's been great working on commercials and taking thousands of photos these last few months in SF. If this is the way that I leave it, then so be it. I love the mountains to and at least I left it with some images that will forever be in my mind.

James