At this precise moment in time, my life's target is to experience the kind of relief expressed in the following image from Breaking Bad, after Walter White killed all the neo-Nazis.
From this point on, my Steemit account will document all the various ways I'll attempt to achieve this aim. Also other articles and such that I find interesting, if I'm being honest, but I'm definitely planning to use this blog as a means of holding myself accountable.
First: establish income in dollars from remote work and from learning how to succeed with crypto-currency trading.
Second: develop career in (freelance?) writing--on Steemit and other platforms--to produce a modest literary reputation.
Third: Get the fuck out of my hometown.
Oh, but it requires such a long-term plan, which in turn means developing perseverance, which is a skill with which I haven't typically much faculty. (See previous blog posts for evidence.) I'm in a masters degree program now: a professionally-oriented master of science in scientific and technical communication. I chose the field for the average income of associated jobs, expected growth in the number of positions requiring these skills, and the likelihood that I could perform this work remotely; and, besides that, a general feeling that, as much as I'd like an immediate proletarian revolution, I should hedge my bets that the current economic structure will maintain its hegemony for at a least a few more decades.
So, I'm a prisoner in my own hometown, with nothing to blame besides my own actions. I could split from the masters program in December with a post-bacc certificate in technical communication, but where do I go from there? I'll bankrupt myself from the tuition for that semester (bureaucratic restrictions meaning predatory student loans won't become available to me until January without a 100% markup in the cost of each fall credit), and then have no resources for the desired escape.
Oh, the Catch-22 of my own design: deferring my desire's fulfillment because deferring it makes it easier to imagine its actual fulfillment. Perhaps, of course, I'm suffering from a poverty of imagination. Still, what's to do from here? Persevere, persevere; and document my progress. That's what I'm deciding this profile is for now. That, and sharing whatever dope shit I come across.