Fighting the Good Fight, take two!

I haven't thought about this phrase in a very long time. I think it's because the meaning is now lost on me. In a good way.

When I was living in Asia, trying to create a foundation for my business, I clung to that mantra to stay afloat. It was my reminder to keep going. It was my way of moving against people's inquiries about getting a 'real job,' or that inner voice asking, 'what are you doing with your life? You need money!' Whenever I backpacked, I felt at home & at ease. I met fellow 'fighters' and we connected so intimately & infinitely on that common philosophy alone. I was afraid of coming back to the US, where reality would slap me in the face in the form of a relatively low bank account, and unfamiliar, unsupportive faces.

Now, I realize that the fighting has simply become living, and somehow I've managed to surround myself with fellow fighters/livers without having to leave US borders... namely Bruce who strives to make Silverlake/Echo Park/Los Angeles better in every way possible, Kevin who works his 9-5 without ever doubting that he is a writer first & foremost, and Victoria, my partner in craft-crime, who is so disciplined in her work & {paper & type} (more than she gives herself credit). I guess that's why I love visiting LA and find my time with friends so nourishing & rejuvenating. Fighting isn't necessary if no one around you is against you.

So. Yay :) I can't wait til April for another stay.