Money should never make someone happy, but it sure as hell relieves a fuck ton of stress.
I'm struggling a lot right now with what my goals are. I originally moved to LA to pursue acting in film and television professionally. My goal last January was to be able to live comfortably doing what I love, inspiring people and making them think, feel, and breath. It's not as if that goal has changed, I just need to find a different tactic. Is it me? Is it LA? Is it the fact that I may have commitment issues?
One trap I seem to have fallen into is measuring my success by the success of people around me. I am so profoundly proud of everything my friends have accomplished, how hard they work and are so open to everything, it seems. So I guess my question is very selfish; why not me? What sign am I missing? Who did I piss off? Where do I need to go to make MY dreams come true? I feel so stupid and silly and DUMB for asking such vain questions, but it's TRUE and it's how I FEEL. When will my time come?
There are things I know burn inside of me and I simply can't suppress or quell them: I need to travel and I need to share my love for my craft. I struggle with staying or leaving LA. It's been a year and a half, and I'm only somewhat satisfied. But what do I do? Go back to school? Move to a different city? Sell everything I own and travel the world?
The latter one does sound riveting.
I need something and I don't know what. I know I'm not happy; im content. I dont want to be stuck in content and compromise my happiness for my bills. That's not fair, to me or the bills. I don't want to leave LA because I feel like my time here isn't finished BUT I am only 23 and there is so much more to explore!
Part of me feels like if I leave LA, I've quit. I'm giving up and giving in to what every single person in the industry warns you about. I am so unbelievably stubborn that way. But I'm not quitting, right? I'm simply trying a different approach, right? There is so much art in this world that I'm afraid I'm missing out! And for what? Struggling at a job I loathe only to barely pay my bills so that I can 'live the starving artist dream?' I'm all about the starving artist, but only if it means I don't have to serve one more incoherent, snot nosed 19 year old some fucking wings for him to give me a whole dollar in tips (WHOA dream big). I'm not bitter...
I feel as if I'm constantly trying to find the next best thing and I'm never comfortable with what I have. See, Commitment issues. But why should I settle? Especially when I'm not happy! What is better? Having goals and constantly progressing and changing OR living in comfortability with a routine that never changes?
I have a lot on my mind all the time; mostly about what I'm doing and importantly NOT doing with my life. Do I need a therapist? Scratch that, that's too much money. I need a drink and about a grand.
I guess I'm starting to have my quarter life crisis... Holy hell.