I've been very content these past few days. This sense of contentment was contrasted sharply when I was flipping through some old blogs for a new compilation, best-of book (quick roundup, the books I'm currently working on are: Talking Heads Year One; Destructive Criticism; BORC-9 (a story about a boy and his trash can); and Another Alternative (or: Seminal Works are for Pornstars).

Yeah ... not all of these are new projects and a few are just editing projects (mainly). I'm not working exclusively on any particular one, but instead letting my inspiration guide me. But this isn't about the projects I'm working on, it's about how content I've been for the past few days.

The juxtaposition was how frantic and unsatisfying life was just a few short years ago--frantic because I was clearly NOT in the places I wanted to be. And up until a few days ago, I was constantly worrying about the sub-count on YouTube, the pageviews on here, and the production and roll out of new content in both places as to better facilitate my rise to ultimate power.

Today, however, none of that matters.

Even the frustrations of my real life are inconsequential today.

And I know you're expecting some grand reveal here--some brilliant life changing moment that acted as a catalyst for this overwhelming sense of contentment--but I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.

Nothing out of the ordinary has happened. I did not make partner; my sub-count hovers just under 400; and winners still haven't been announced in the last screenplay contest I entered (they're wicked late, too).

But I'm satisfied. Content. For no other reason than that it's been a long time coming. Tomorrow, I might start stressing all over again about the minutae of my existence, but for now ... I'm good.

How are you?

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