A Brief Explanation Of Why I Never Hang Out With You Anymore

It's Wednesday, so space outfit.

Hiya Crybabies. Remember me? Your fearless (cheer)leader? Your lil' internet pal who wants us all to find and trust our guiding sense of purpose and embrace every opportunity to polish our shiny, happy souls? That weird chick you sort of know who walks around with a gallon of swamp water in a mason jar and a paper straw? The disjointed blogger who used to check in almost daily to rail against Robin Thicke/convince you that homemade beet cake could be more delicious than traditional V-day fare/implore the world to stop telling us to smile... but is APPARENTLY too busy/sheepish to show her face around here of late?

Guilty. Ish. Here's what's up:

I want to be a writer. By that, I mean, I would like to occasionally get paid for my writing. I've been trying and failing a lot this year... what was our mantra? 2014: Year of the Perpetual Lemon? Year of Slightly Unattainable Goals? No? Anyway. My book isn't written yet... big surprise there. Related aside: do you all read Choosing Raw? Gena is a force to be reckoned with in the blogging community, and she's been so supportive of my puny efforts... I legitimately love her, and she's classy as sh*t! She wrote a book without telling anyone, and then announced it when the publish date was nigh!

All this to say: I am NOT classy as sh*t and I like to gather enthusiasm around my efforts before I manifest them into successes. You know, so we can all be disappointed together... but also maybe celebrate together! Solidarity in all things! And, as usual, I'd love you all to rally behind my latest decision: I'm going to up my freelance game. Right now I do a lot of writing/marketing work for free, I do my work-work for moneyz and I keep this blog up because it makes me happy. I haven't given myself time to ferociously pursue the freelance market, plus a lot of my thoughts wind up here on Rosie Glow before they can be published elsewhere on the internets. And, in case you're unaware, my Rosie Glow salary is like... a weekly green juice and a patronizing pat on the head. SO.

To be honest, I don't know exactly what's going to happen with this space. I have a deeply unrealistic vision that I'll get the hang of freelance writing and continue to use Rosie Glow as a (regular!) outlet for everything that Jezebel/HelloGiggles/RookieMag/etc. doesn't want to know about me... forever and ever until I die. But my presence may continue to be spotty around here for awhile - so thank you in advance for sticking around!

That's it, Buds. What sort of magic are you up to this week? I saw Amara Enyia speak last night at Comfort Station, and she is SUCH a boss #amaraformayor2015. Tonight I'm gathering with some delightful biddies to watch Empire Records/the most meaningful film of all time. I've also got a date, an occasion to wear a dirndl, a marathon bachelorette party, brunch planz and the ANGEL OLSEN show; which my own personal angel scored me sold-out tickets for. No shortage of fun... near-constant shortage of sanity. That's the Rosie Glow way.

XOXO,
Rose