It's cold up north...

My job has taken me north into a heck of a snowstorm in Boston, Mass. It has not bothered me very much because this is what December is to me. Growing up in the Midwest was great because we had four seasons. Christmas is not christmas without snow. The humid winter days in Miami were getting me depressed. Now, it's been really cold up here. Almost an uncomfortable cold but still pleasant at the same time.

I've got my budget set up for next year. I've decided to move into a two bedroom with a good friend of mine. I have a one bedroom right now and it's nice but I can save about $600 or more by moving. That will pay my car payment and my IRA each month. Also, more money that I can put on my debt. If next year goes as planned, I should only have a few months after that and be debt free. Yippee!!!

Otherwise, not much else is happening. Working a lot on different projects and trying to get as much sleep as I can. It's hard when you're on the road. Nothing ever feels as good as home.

I've also got some good news. I'm working on stuff for the Travel Channel as well as starting to write a book. A book you say? Yep!! I was at Art Basel in South Beach which is one of the biggest art festivals in the world and I met a friend of a friend (which is how it always is). We started talking and had a pretty good conversation. He asked me if I ever thought about writing a book about my life. I never thought anyone would want to sit down and read about it but I told him that I have this blog and to check it out and see what he thinks. He did and then called me and asked me to write a treatment. So, I did and now he wants me to write a rough draft and we'll take it from there. I asked for an advance. He laughed...I was serious. Anyways, I'm going to start writing it with a plan to be done with it by next summer.

So, all in all things are looking up. The hardest part of this "recovery" will be when I head home for the holidays. Only the second time in the last 12 years. I think that I can finally get out of this funk and move onward and upward. Depression sucks. I can't get to sleep sometimes because I keep running the scenario in my mind. Sometimes I chicken out and then I feel even more guilty. When I wake up I think to myself, it's only a dream. But that dream is becoming a reality in about seven days. Gut check, time to take a deep breath and go for it. You will always miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

I think I need some cold, crisp air. :-)