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In Which I Return to Reality January 3, 2011

Happy 2011, everyone!

Tis I, your favorite unemployed writer/photographer/adventurer extraordinaire returned from the jungles of our nation’s capital and beyond. After three weeks of fairly solid R&R (my definition of which is admittedly a bit wonky and includes exploring the frigid streets of New York and Washington, learning to run hills because northern Virginia’s Escheresque laws of physics cause streets to only run on a steep, perpetual incline, and holiday activities such as taking our car to the mechanic twice and baking 657 cookies that I couldn’t eat¬† due to my Christmas-crushing wheat allergy….), I’m returning to reality with superhuman motivation.

Par example: In three weeks’ time, the cats had transformed our cozy little apartment into a DEN OF DESTRUCTION. It was like a feline Lord of the Flies – reduced to their primal instincts in order to survive (never mind we have automatic feeders and a friend was checking on them every other day…), they’d removed two-thirds of the Christmas ornaments from our tree and hid them strategically (or not) around the house, dragged the faux moss from one of our houseplants into their litter box and somehow managed to track litter into *every* corner of the house.

But, with the precision of two seasoned cat owners, Jeff and I tackled the wreckage in a matter of a couple of hours (eat your heart out, FEMA). Then it was on to more important matters – namely, that I am still jobless. And yet, somehow I’ve managed to rack up a To Do list longer than Bernie Sanders’ filibuster. The common thread among the items on this list? The shared goal of putting my talents (besides my ability to balances sixteen water glasses on a single tray) to work. Granted, I can see that if I don’t act fast to get myself some kind of temporary back-up, I’ll be running into an old friend I like to call Financial Ruin. But even if I’m stocking quilted duvets at Bed Bath & Beyond or (god forbid) waiting a table or two again, at least I’ve got The Machine whirring away in the background. The gears have been greased. My list of Things and Stuff is rolling. I feel like I’ve been playing the role of starving artist ever since college and that maybe all I really need to do is push it just a notch harder, work just a little smarter, shrug this idea off my shoulders that creativity is for the privileged few, and make. it. work.

I may be getting a little redundant with this line of thinking, but if it’s a pep talk I need, then that’s what you all get as well ūüôā

Now – off to finish designing my business cards (finally finished my Photoshop tutorials *AND* got PS5 for Christmas!!) Oh – and today’s photo features Skipper, my canine companion in D.C., looking rather fearless, which I found apropos of today’s post. Also, he rocks a fauxhawk like nobody’s business and that alone makes it worth a look.

 

Of Failed Pursuits… December 28, 2009

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Thought I was gone for good, did you?

Hardly, mes amis! But, admittedly, I was on one helluva hiatus. Went exploring in the jungles of Raleigh in hot pursuit of one of the world’s most cunning and elusive beasts: the dream job. After a month and a half in the throes of the hunt, I came within spitting distance of this lovely, defiant creature before she spit on me (turns out¬†this proximity is adequately named), kicked up her dainty heals and disappeared into the great vines and overgrowth that make such positions so difficult to come by.

To be slightly less poetic: I spent a month and a half pouring my heart and free time into a multi-step interview process, made it to the 4th of 5 steps in which I met with my would-be boss in Raleigh, then got the news that they had gone with another candidate. On Christmas Eve.

Suffice it to say it was a rough holiday this year. This job wasn’t just some sweet, cushy, creative position that I would have been incredible at. It was my salvation from poverty (seriously, we’re considering applying for virtual food stamps), from a restaurant that’s sinking faster than the Titanic, from feeling like a heap of wasted talent, personality and intelligence. It was going to get me¬†going in¬†a direction that would also allow me to start my life with Jeff – to get married, to travel, to (not just yet, but someday) have children.

Those lofty ideas took some getting over when the whole thing fell through. After a bit of wallowing (did I mention I’d come down with the mother of all colds in the midst of all this?), I woke up this morning with this thought swimming a luxuriant backstroke in my head: since when have I ever thought success was going to be handed to me in such a way? I think I’ve always known that my path was going to be¬†the rocky, meandering, many-forked detour type. But I’ve never doubted that¬†it would get me where I want to be¬† – why would I start now? I got a good look at the paved road. It was gloriously smooth and freshly paved and straight as an arrow.

But it wasn’t mine.

So – I’m headed back to Wilmington this afternoon, back to my little apartment and my crazy and often miserable job at the hibachi. But – Jeff received a valuable piece of photographic equipment this year for Christmas, and we’ve both been investing some time in learning the ropes of digital photo editing. And since I won’t be investing every moment of my¬†spare time pursuing jobs for which I’m either over or underqualified, I’ll have plenty of time to build the job I was made for from scratch. No one will be able to say I didn’t try, anyway.

I’ve always been a proponent of fresh starts – out with the old and in with the new in the most cold turkey¬†of fashions – and with the New Year right around the corner, I see no better time for this one.

Here’s to new adventures and indefatigable curiosity in 2010 – and to creating what you want¬†rather than¬†waiting for it to appear.