Hard Work. Mother Fu**er.

Okay, so I here's the deal: I work seven days per week. Every single day. I usually wake up between 9 and 11 a.m. I dick around on the Internet for a few hours, answer emails, look at slideshows and then by around 2 p.m. I start my writing for the day. This, right now, consists of articles I write for a website in Italy about Italian fashion and lifestyle. I also write articles for a casino website in the UK. Quick little news briefs about what's happening in that world. In addition to that I work as a managing editor for a luxury lifestyle magazine that runs out of the Caribbean. And at the end of March I'll start writing copy for a new luxury lifestyle magazine that is going to be published in Switzerland. I'll write stories about yachts and fashion, etc. When I'm not doing those things, I'm scoping out the Internet for new jobs, because I love the International Luxe Mag gigs, but they don't pay the bills because they're new publications. Hence, the casino and Italian stuff--which is also not doing a whole lot for the bills situation. I apply for jobs just about every day or every other day. Most of the jobs I get offered, don't pay enough to make it worth me quitting the current jobs, which is awesome.


I also run my own fashion blog, that funny enough is the opposite of Luxe living. It's called the Lo Lo and all it's just a collection of slideshows of affordable, cute, stuff. I pepper in quotes about style and fashion. Each post takes about an hour to do because I curate it, in an effort to make it visually appealing. In addition to the posts, I've got to promote. So, I get on twitter and facebook and post my butt off. I try to post every day about the Lo Lo. I'm a member of Independent Fashion Bloggers and am using that as a promotion tool as well.


Often my work day doesn't start until 2, but doesn't finish until midnight or later. What's the point of me talking about this? Because doing what you love is work. It's getting up every day and trying again. It's sending out another resume, another form of self promotion, even when you want to cry because the job that would have solved all of your problems went to someone else, less experienced and qualified. 


No one should be fooled that following your dreams and working at what you enjoy is somehow easy. As a matter of fact, in some ways it's worse. Because it's taking a risk. It's actually quite frightening. Even when you get one or two jobs that really utilize your skills, and you tell someone "yes, I can!" You have to wonder, "Can you?" Something not necessarily the case in a data entry position. 


Why do we do it? Because life isn't safe, it's not easy, no matter what you do for a living. There are tragedies and disappointments and failures. And it literally does not make sense to play it safe 8 hours a day, only to deal with all the real world has to offer in your evenings and weekends. As they say, life is just too short not to live it. 


Oh, I forgot, I'm a business partner and creative director for an online fashion magazine in New York. And I'm bitter because we got invited to the most exclusive shows, we've ever been invited to, for fashion week and I'm not going. But, there's always September. 


7 days per week. Every day.