





The Man's Guide To Love #210 from themansguidetolove on Vimeo.
I'm trying to look on the bright side of things and have decided that I'm simply going to do the best I can and work as hard as I can to move up and succeed. How am I going to pay the bills for three months? Good question. It's super tough to get a serving job out here. You have to have quite an extensive serving resume in order to get a job. On a funny note, I was searching through Craigslist trying to find a part time job that would help with the bills, and I accidentally clicked on a janitorial job. I immediately starting laughing hysterically because as it turns out, I'm not even qualified for a janitorial job because I don't have any experience! It was one of those times where you either laugh or cry. I'm praying for faith. God always delivers.
Also, today I plan on writing ALL DAY. It is time to buckle down on my novel. As NTP so wisely said, my dream of publishing a novel will never come true if I keep putting off writing. I do that because sometimes I read over it and hate everything I've written and then get into a mindset that I'm a terrible writer. So I'm fighting that demon today and I'm getting on track. 





NTP was waiting at the bottom of the escalator at the airport for me with donuts (he knows me too well) and then when we got to his apartment there was two ginormous bags of sour patch kids (my favorite) and a bottle of Relax riesling wine (he REALLY knows me too well).
We went hiking to the Hollywood sign, ate more cupcakes than I care to confess, saw a movie at the Arclight on Sunset Avenue, walked down the "Dreamer's Boulevard",
ate at so many delicious places (including In-N-Out of course, took a trip to Newport Beach where we met his friend and said friend's wife (who is from Laguna!), but my favorite was just spending time with NTP again. But now I am home and after moving out of the house in Tallahassee (which was super emotional), I'm now going through all my stuff trying to organize, declutter, and decide what makes the cut for the big move to Californ-i-a (aka what fits in my little Volvo).