everybody poops.

monday morning i got my form letter from the farm, thanking me for my application and explaining that they receive so much interest that they just can't accomodate us all. i stayed in bed an extra hour, then shed a few tears (which felt overly dramatic), then thanked whatever karmic power there is that i hadn't quit my job pre-emptively.

it is now wedensday, and i'm back to thinking job-quitting is the best plan. every time i start to dig into these interests, or leaf through other peoples passions (photo blogs, cooking blogs, stories of interests-turned-full-time-occupation -- anything inspiring i can find on the internet) i realize a few things:

• everyone fails a time or ten;
• awesome things dont generate themselves. they take thought, effort, and deliberate action.
• if you spend all your time doing something not awesome, your time for doing awesome stuff will be inadequate.
• networks?

anyways. i wouldn't want to become one of those people who feels too entitled. there is probably something good about not being accepted as a glamorous, well fed, italian farmer.

too much talking, back to brainstorming.