Monthly Archives: December 2009
Okay, so I’m guilty of the above. Living vicariously, that is. I found this blog a few days ago and I can’t get the whole notion out of my head. You see, this woman, this mother of a young child, this brave, crazy, loving wife, is sorting through all of her possessions for the sole purpose of keeping only what she can carry. That thought alone just sends me in to a consumeristic shock.
But hold on to your shorts, there is a method to her madness. You see, she is removing herself from all that ails her and is relocating her family to the jungle, where meals will be months in the planning, and living in and of itself will become a an act of purposeful determination.
I have to say, my curious nature will keep me checking the blog for updates and in between, I’m sure, will see me daydreaming my way to Belize as well.
I was doomed from the beginning, with the blog’s opening quote, “Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. Our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.”
Yes, this mad woman has found a kindred soul in me. And I wish her well!
Tired of landing in one random career after another (Animal ER Nurse, SPCA Manager, Animal Control, and Accountant thus far) I’ve taken a long hard look at the college credits I’ve managed to stock-pile and am trying to figure out just exactly I WANT to do when I grow up. Laughter aside, I’m am totally serious. I may be thirty-one now but that doesn’t mean that I am any closer to being a grown up. Let me put it this way, I may be a grown-up with parental and financial obligations, but mentally, I’m still going by the seat of my pants and living without any direction.
I am tired of jobs. I want a career. Getting there is another things though.
Taking into consideration the college credits that I already have, I could easily finish my BS degree in Psychology or Biology. Or I can use those as minors and finish with an English degree or a degree in Criminal Justice. Sometimes I think that I should travel the path of least resistance– get the quickest degree that I can, and go from there. It’s pretty obvious when cruising the Job Bank that almost any degree will do, so long as you have one. But then I would still be left with trying to figure out how to use the degree. If I can figure it out now, the journey would be so much easier. There, in lies my problem.
I love to read, write, and learn new things. I want to speak multiple languages. I want to be able to apply logic and analysis in my career. I want to make some sort of difference. I want to be challenged on a daily basis. I would like my career to open me up to the world, to new cultures and experiences. It’s all of these things that is leading me in the direction of working for the Government. The coolest job to me would working for the FBI, DEA or some similar arena. Carrying a gun would be a pleasant bonus. (I’m 5’3″, petite and blonde– not your average Special Agent. lol)
The classes I’m taking this semester have helped point me in the direction of broad knowledge. For instance, I’m taking World Religions strictly because I wanted to, and I’m glad that I did. I find it fascinating. Especially the Prehistoric religions, because most of it is just theory and that lets my brain open up and get into analysis mode. I probably should mention that I’ve been watching a ton of TV shows on Netflix lately since the cold weather has been keeping us inside more– NCIS, NUMBERS and all the CSI’s.
There’s a saying that writers oftern refer to: Write what you know. It means that the best most detailed writing comes from a place the writer is familiar with. I think the same can be said for choosing a career path: DO what you know. While this to me isn’t literal, I take it as this– If is Do what I like to Do then I will be happiest in the long run. I like using my brain, flexing my cerebral muscle so to speak, I like reading people and situations, and I LOVe to watch TV crime drama’s– especially those based on the science of forensics, or investigative focus.
So maybe I should be a cop? That would be cool, but I don’t think it encompasses all that I like to do. I need to learn and grow in a scholarly way too, remember? Perhaps something in Intelligence or Public Affairs, or governmental liason?
Anybody have any suggestions? I’d love to hear them…
I found out a while back that one of my photographs was chosen for publication in BellaOnline’s Literary Journal. You can see the picture here, and while you’re there, check out the rest of the fantastic fiction, poetry and artwork. Bon Appetite!
I am trying to do this,I swear. It’s a struggle, but one that pays out in dividends if you can manage to pull it off.
So what am I talking about? Go back to the title, re-read it if you have to. Ahh! There.
Now, allow me to explain. I’ve discovered, through months, if not years, of cycling through “dry” non-creative periods and “overflowing” creative times, that life is so much more worth living when one can look at it through the eye of an artist. Instead of the depressing winter landscape, one sees a time of dramatic beauty, hard lines and complex moods. Instead of feeling the oppressive heat of summer, ones takes a moment to sit against the bark of a tree, feeling the kiss of filtered sunlight while birds and squirrels chase each other around the branches above you.
Am I making any sense? If not, I mean to say that by becoming more creative, you can alter your entire life. I know this is true, but still, keeping my artistic vision isn’t easy. Life, as it often does, will get in the way. Kids will get sick, and of course, then I get sick.
Knowing how my creative juices permeate the rest of my life, I must make an effort to keep stirring the pot. And I will, now that I know what I know. Forget Prozac,just give me some oils and a canvas, or even a camera.
I’ll leave you with a few parting shots, of some of my favorite shots:
All of these, and more, can be seen at my Fine Art America Page… you can find the link up on the right hand side.