If Money Were No Object, I Would....

I would go back to my writing, my Independent film making/video making, music, and game design.

I have started dabbling in all of these again this year, but it’s currently just as hobby activities (when I have those little bits of time I can steal back from the real world demands).

Personal blabber if interested:

I have a history with this stuff. I was published—and won awards--all through High school and College, I was a displayed artist and photographer, I voted for the Independent Academy Awards (called the Spirit Awards at that time) while working in TV and Independent film, and I played in bands before my hands and arms went to Hell.

I had recently decided to try and get back to some of these things for fun because the real world has stolen too much of my life working hard just to stay afloat.

Don’t get me wrong, I have a nice career, a good work team, a house, a car, pension, benefits and all, but I have no more leeway or buying power than I did as a college kid. All of these things do cost money and they demand upkeep—even if you’re not living above your means.

I currently have no wife or kids so I decided that I really needed some leisure and play time again and that—for once—I should actually learn to play with no other motive in mind (before it was all working towards something); who the Hell would have expected me to become such a hard worker?! LOL.

I didn’t think of myself as a workaholic, but when you have almost 8 weeks of vacation stored up in the bank and you’re taking every other Friday off just to avoid losing the PTO…and say you started work at 5 AM and then say you had also taught college in the evenings until 10 PM…well, if you can barely get enough time to get the laundry done… you’d need more balance eh?

So, I’ve started these creative activities up again, but now I’m honestly feeling that I’m too old for the Guerrilla art thing…the dream is still there though—I suppose it may be a delusion at this point, but screw it, where’s the harm in trying?

Who knows what the future could hold? You won’t know unless you step into the batting box.

It’ll probably be a fastball to the head. :o)

That’s OK, I’ll be on base.

Live well, laugh often, love much,
Jason Henke

© 2008 Jason Henke