01-25-2016, 02:28 PM
It is strange how life works. This past week has been A.W.F.U.L.
It started out pretty damn good, I thought. As I have mentioned in the past, I have had a number of problems starting my food trailer, but I have never been one to give up. I learned early on in life, that no one is going to do anything for me, but me.
So...I got myself in high-gear, and went out and peddled my ass. I walked door-to-door and talked to business owners here in my own community of James Island. It didn't take me too long before I was able to convince Mattress Firm to represent a "Grand Opening" on James Island for me. They paid for radio time, printed coupons for $100 off any purchase when presented with a receipt from my business, and in turn I printed out 1300 fliers and passed them out all over the island.
The day before the opening, I discovered that I was short money, so I took out a loan on my truck for $1000. More than enough to cover expenses. Then I stayed up until 3am cooking.
At 4am I loaded up the trailer and headed the 20 miles to James Island. I was almost there too...when the left tire flew off....
The trailer has been at Corbin's Hitch & Trailer since Wednesday, and if they don't get it fixed soon I am gonna loose everything.
So, these past few days, I have been wondering....WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? Why can't I catch a freaking break??? I'm telling you guys, it has been eating me up inside...
Anyway, tonight my "husband" was ironing his work shirts when the movie he had been watching went off. I guess he was too intent on his laundry to look for another movie, because he told me to pick a movie, which is something he rarely allows.
When I started flipping through the movies he had downloaded, I saw that the new gay-drama, "Freehold", with Ellen Page and Julianna Moore was there and I turned it on.
For a movie about lesbians, I felt that I could really relate. Not with the things I wish I could relate to, but I can definitely relate to the idea of the cancer part. I have tried to quit smoking for years. I am currently on my 3rd round of Chantix...and I realized something. If I were diagnoised with cancer, which isn't too much of a stretch seeing as how I have smoked for 31 years, my partner (if I can even call him that) wouldn't have to watch me die. He would be at a meeting somewhere across the country, out of choice.
That is when I realized, that maybe the reason EVERYTHING I have touched lately has fallen apart.....maybe it is because I am doing it for the wrong reason. I have been doing it to try and keep this life we built here afloat, and I think that must be the wrong objective. I think, that I should be doing it to keep ME above water, and that I should just let him sink or swim on his own.
A drowning man can't save someone else.
Sorry for such a long post.
It started out pretty damn good, I thought. As I have mentioned in the past, I have had a number of problems starting my food trailer, but I have never been one to give up. I learned early on in life, that no one is going to do anything for me, but me.
So...I got myself in high-gear, and went out and peddled my ass. I walked door-to-door and talked to business owners here in my own community of James Island. It didn't take me too long before I was able to convince Mattress Firm to represent a "Grand Opening" on James Island for me. They paid for radio time, printed coupons for $100 off any purchase when presented with a receipt from my business, and in turn I printed out 1300 fliers and passed them out all over the island.
The day before the opening, I discovered that I was short money, so I took out a loan on my truck for $1000. More than enough to cover expenses. Then I stayed up until 3am cooking.
At 4am I loaded up the trailer and headed the 20 miles to James Island. I was almost there too...when the left tire flew off....
The trailer has been at Corbin's Hitch & Trailer since Wednesday, and if they don't get it fixed soon I am gonna loose everything.
So, these past few days, I have been wondering....WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? Why can't I catch a freaking break??? I'm telling you guys, it has been eating me up inside...
Anyway, tonight my "husband" was ironing his work shirts when the movie he had been watching went off. I guess he was too intent on his laundry to look for another movie, because he told me to pick a movie, which is something he rarely allows.
When I started flipping through the movies he had downloaded, I saw that the new gay-drama, "Freehold", with Ellen Page and Julianna Moore was there and I turned it on.
For a movie about lesbians, I felt that I could really relate. Not with the things I wish I could relate to, but I can definitely relate to the idea of the cancer part. I have tried to quit smoking for years. I am currently on my 3rd round of Chantix...and I realized something. If I were diagnoised with cancer, which isn't too much of a stretch seeing as how I have smoked for 31 years, my partner (if I can even call him that) wouldn't have to watch me die. He would be at a meeting somewhere across the country, out of choice.
That is when I realized, that maybe the reason EVERYTHING I have touched lately has fallen apart.....maybe it is because I am doing it for the wrong reason. I have been doing it to try and keep this life we built here afloat, and I think that must be the wrong objective. I think, that I should be doing it to keep ME above water, and that I should just let him sink or swim on his own.
A drowning man can't save someone else.
Sorry for such a long post.