And away we go

I've been wrestling with the narcissism that comes with starting a blog (probably the seventh I've started in my life, RIP 1-6). But I justified it to myself with these points:

1) This is more for me, a way to keep me honest during this new journey.
2) No one is going to read this.
3) If anyone does start reading this, they probably know me in real life and might actually care about what's hanging.
4) If someone does start reading this that does not fall into that previous point, they might be a stalker. Giving a stalker tidbits of information like this might keep them from delving deeper.
5) My fingers and toes are stuck in so many different pies, this might help me keep it all straight.
6) I'm an actor. Probably too late to worry about narcissism.

So these are the facts:

1) I'm an actor and a writer. Money is sometimes/frequently involved.
2) I'm 29.
3) I have tons of interests outside of the first fact: music, yoga, knitting, social justice, biking, dancing, learning, learning how to round corners without running into them.
4) I have been deeply unhappy with my life for awhile.
5) Despite the unhappiness, I've found a great deal to love about my life.
6) Despite the unhappiness, I've found a great deal of artistic satisfaction and accomplishment.
7) Friday was my last day at a dead-end, soul crushing job. I have scars and healing second-degree burns on my arms.
8) I love performing and writing, but even when I was supporting myself doing it, found the unsteadiness of the cash flow panicking and felt drained by the tedious money jobs.
9) I have finally figured out what I want to do with my life.
10) That journey starts tomorrow.

More later, phantom readers. I'm melting from my laptop's hot bottom.