After the existential crisis always comes the Rocky moment; the moment when I dust off, tell myself to quit whining, and throw on “Eye of the Tiger.”
Every person needs a motivational song, and nothing gets me pumped like 80′s rock and a certain loveable underdog.
If Rocky’s montages included jogging, the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and heavy bromance, mine consist of list-making, job-hunting, and projects.
I’m off to go make a list, organize, read my writer’s market book, and visit some employment sites. Montage…commence.
I wish I had some meat to punch.
