I'm going to preface this post by saying that you really, really don't have to read this specific entry. This is mainly me talking to myself and laying out what's taken me so long to write another post. If you are interested in that specific process, please read ahead.
Alright, I've decided that, after some necessary reconfiguration and perspective tweaking that it would be worth it to do this again. I realize that it might seem silly to mentally restart a blog that was only three posts in to begin with, but a lot has happened in between the now obliterated "Weekend In Wicker Park: Day One" post and the post that will follow this one. I've decided not to lock down mentally on writing from the character I'd established myself as; which is to say a jaded and aging semi-functioning member of the service industry. Frankly speaking I felt that that specific role was a dull caricature that undermined my ambitions and perspectives. I currently am still making a living in the role of marginally competent kitchen worker, but that is not something I see as a fixture in my life, even for the short term. When I locked in to that perspective to write my initial entries I burned out quickly. Writing non-fiction from a mindset that is even remotely disingenuous burns you out really quickly.
So, here goes nothing... or maybe something... or maybe a million things.
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