Suppose to have a plan

You likely don’t know this, but I am a streamer outside of my typical job. With streaming/social media/merch, everything. The best advice people give is if you want to grow have a plan.

Remember sitting back in school and you had the one main thought bubble and then you branched off from that bubble all your ideas. Group them all up and form sentences, and we all thought it was stupid? Yes that, is what I believe, is expected for having a plan.

Personally myself I don’t have a plan written out, I do have one. It’s in my head, trust me you don’t want to be in there, and it’s a bit overwhelming at times to even sleep cause I have so much thinking and planning going on. Don’t use technology to go to sleep they say, ha, I out on Deadpool barely make it through the opening credits and I’m out. Yup, that’s my plan.

One day I got an email from my merch people on why I hadn’t made a sale yet. Filled out their little survey and told me that I just don’t have time they should make things more stream lined. Like I mean 30 different types of shirts with about 16 different colours. Depending on the region being unavailable.

It was the same day the merch store wrote back and helped me to understand that this isn’t so bad, just gotta sit down and do it. Make a plan, read some articles. I read the articles and got situated. The plan is yet to happen, but really it should. I’d like to have more time to myself outside of my job just to self reflect.

With all that being said. I have no plan for this blog but I’m going to write and see if my failures can help others to succeed. Am I suppose to treat this like live journal, yes I am that old, or do I sit down and plan out a weekly thing and do the thought bubbles and stretch how many words I’m suppose to have on a page like in school. I guess time will tell, I do prefer to do things my way just to prove we don’t have to follow the rules as laid out to us, by someone else.

Meat and potatoes of it all

Since this is the first post I wanted to get into the meat and potatoes of my life, to as much detail as I can.

Where to begin, fatherhood. I am a father to one 12 year old. Born female and never told me otherwise, things happen to show different on their social media things. Trust me I’m ok with this.

Also a father to one 7 day old born male, don’t get to excited for me, he passed at that age 6 and a half years ago. Trust me I’ve come to cope with this and make peace, it was a hard challenge.

I was a husband, married for 11 years in total, separated at the start of covid where I made home in Northern Alberta. As of recent filed for divorce. She moved back East with our child. I’m not ok with this, this is another day.

Since I was a shift worker, I wasn’t around to be a husband or a father. Working a 20/10, this is how we refer to how many days we work in a row to how many off, I made lots of money and was going good untill our son passed. We lost ourselves, a piece broken inside.

I’m now with a person and things are changing, for what I say better in my life.