The death of a dream
When I came into Second Life I was like a kid fresh out of college with dreams and ideas. I was going to take the virtual world by storm, make my living working for myself sitting at home playing a game. Two years later I still dream of the day when I do not have to punch the clock any more but my Slife has been a long series of failed business ventures and wonderful friends. I wanted to be a club owner and a model and a professional blogger. In 2007 I signed on with an agency run by the woman who owned the club I worked at. I busted my butt to help out and rehearsed with the other girls but I never made it to the runway. The agency soon changed hands, and it was time for me to move on.
I continued to work as a dancer until my friends and I decided we knew enough to move on and open our own place. Club Decadance was born, and it never took off. A good night for us was when we could get three of four people to come in and hang out for a bit. We hung on for six months with me pulling as much overtime as I could in real life to keep the second life dream alive. We were forced to close down once I lost my job.
From here I moved on and began modeling for a store called Cyanide. I again worked my butt off, volunteered for every photo shoot, and spent alot of time modeling in store. I then had a baby prematurely in real life, and my second life time dropped dramatically. I was let go because “my look really hadn’t been updated” No Shit…
This is where the Pro blogging “dream” started. I met a girl who makes her living in first life as a blogger. She works on her sites for a few hours a day and travels the world. Sounds nice doesn’t it? Well she showed me a few things and I got to writing. This blog and Avatarweekly.net came from her inspiration. Neither one of them has yet made me enough money to go out to dinner with let alone quit my job.
With a long series of failures in my second past, I find it harder and harder to log in. My second life has lost direction and has become nothing more than me sitting on the wall in my skybox. While I can never fully leave behind the friends I have made, I am lost on where to go. I wish I could be young and naive and full of hopes and dreams once more, instead of that bitter old avatar who tells the noobs about the good old days.


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