So, after 9 days, Facebook starts emailing me. I’m getting messages stating “9+ friends have posted statuses, photos and more” Thanks Captain Obvious! Was I under the mistaken impression that the world stopped moving just because I wasn’t logging in? These emails remind me of a crack dealer showing up at a rehab center to makes some sales. Working some seriously long hours. Another week of this and I’ll be as fried as eggs on the blacktop in Phoenix. I love it though. I’m making money doing something I enjoy. Even the frustrations and glitches mean solving a riddle. Making time to feed and play with my cats are the only downside.

I’ve made a major decision. I’m going back to school next year, come hell or high water. Although, I’m already in hell, so that means very little. As soon as my mortgage wraps up, then my research and money go into the college plans. I want my degree and the idea of teaching for a living brings a little light at the end of the tunnel.

Even though this decision was originally meant to be a gift to someone else, I think it’s still the best option. I remember 2 years ago outlining a plan to go back to school, get my degree, and teach at the high school or college level for film/multimedia. I wanted to do that to help someone achieve THEIR dreams, to afford to take us on vacations, pay for the basics and allow her the chance to try to find her place in the world. Maybe it can help me find my place in the world.

“Harsh words spoken, And lives are broken. Forceful ageing, Help me I’m fading. Heaven’s waiting, It’s time to move on. Crossing that bridge, With lessons I’ve learned. Playing with fire, And not getting burned. I may not know what you’re going through. But time is the space,
Between me and you.”
― Seal

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Peter John Ross

A filmmaker, a dreamer, and the world's only Dan Akroyd Cosplayer


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