Willkommen auf der Reise, was mein ist (Welcome to the Journey that is mine)

And here it is. On September 23, 2010 I did what I had been trying to get the guts to do for over a year: quit my job. Been there for 4 years, made good money, had cool ass bosses, my own office and could bring my dog to work everyday. We wore jeans and chatted about dj's and who was going to Coachella that year. I talked with Warner Bros. regularly and the location dept for Entourage for an entire season. So what was the problem? My time was not my own. That I had to get permission three months in advance to go home for my sister's wedding, or to go see my mom in New Jersey. I was feeling less and less like my life had ANYTHING to do with me, at all. I would sometimes (more often than I would care to admit) look up from my computer (that infernal piece of machinery!) and realize that it was 8pm and I was still not done. And I would be expected back the next day at 9am with a smile. Ready to do it all again. It's taxing. Granted, life is taxing, but shouldn't I at least be taxed by my own life, my own choices, my own mistakes, and not a life that's governed by someone else's rules, someone else's schedule?? So I made some arrangements (that came thru by the grace of God and nothing else, believe you me), put in my resignation, had a party and took my ass home.

So here I am. Staring down the barrel of life's guns, wondering what in the hell I'm gonna get hit in the face with next. It's terrifying, and thrilling, like moments where you actually feel like a bad ass. I'm breathing in a different kind of air now, thinking different thoughts, speaking different words. Even wearing different clothes, not out of some foolish need to keep up with a trend, but as a part of the free-ing process. The me-ing process.

It's up to me now. I can do this. I must do this. I will do this.

Come on, life. Take your best shot.

Lovin,
Asia