So it starts. The beginning of my new life. I was laid off 2 Wednesdays ago. At first, I was actually really happy about being let go. I was tired of feeling stupid all the time. Really. I work as a web developer, well, in layman's terms, I use HTML and CSS to build webpages. After I left the Gap (a story of which I will import over), I vacayed over in Hawaii for 2 weeks before jumping into a job that I thought I was ready for. I wasn't. And I don't want to make the same mistake twice.

Therefore, I find myself in an awkward postition of starting over again. I had no clue of what life would bring, but luckily, things are just now starting to clear up. Kinda like the sun that's breaking through the fog of Daly City, I'm starting to see the light. This last week has been spent looking for jobs online. Searching the keywords HTML and SF Bay Area. Looking up just about every job site I can find. But something happened at around 1:30am, when I started looking at jobs in the arts/entertainment field. I think I've been going uphill with a 15 pound bag of clay all this time. And I mean this literally and figuratively, cuz in college, I'd walk up and down the hills of the City with a big bag of clay. Back to story... anyways, if I'm gonna work somewhere, I want it to be on my terms. I know that I have a mortgage and school loans to pay for (Damn you AAC!), but it's not worth killing myself, or the thought of killing myself (more on that later...) to feel trapped, lonely, AND stupid.

With that said, I need re-find the passion and find a way to make a living at it. I no longer want to be a slave to the all-mighty American dollar. I want to be able to look in the mirror and "Yeah, Today is a Good Day". In the end, I just want to be happy. Something I'm still struggling to find, but with the faith that it is out there for me, as I know as it's out there for everyone else who believes and works there butt off to get. So, as Outkast puts it, I'm starting out So fresh and so clean... clean.