Post Happy Hour #23
Today, of course, is Thursday. Therefore, I am obliged to post a buzzed blog (sorry "anonymous", whoever you are). I would love to talk about work. I would love to describe the turmoil and the trauma and the future. BUT I would also like to keep my job as I am now a responsible adult with a mortgage and a kitten. Neither of which I would like to give up in the near future. (Occasionally, I'd like to ditch the kitten for an animal that doesn't turn over every plant and pull the rubber stopper thingy out of the kitchen sink and throw it on the floor every day... every day....but I don't care too much for pet fish. I'm a fish-eater.)
Today, thankfully, was one of those days when I could actually say, "I'm not so bad at this job." I can't explain it, because that would be talking about work...which I'm not allowed to do. But, upon this thinking that "I'm not so bad at this job," I think that I could BETTER at so many other things. So many people live their lives barely scratching the surface of their potential. Barely knowing of even the existence of their potential. I DON'T want to be one of those people. I don't want to live a life unrealized.
I think with some time and some practice and some more ambition, I could be a decent writer. I think, in time, I could be a decent critic. Hell, in time I could be a great engineer. I think, in time, (a decent amount of time), I could be a good mom someday (God willing that the government allows me to adopt or that I have the funds for artifical insemination.)
Some people view life as climbing a ladder towards success. An outward movement. Success is outside of onself. I can't get a handle on that. I wish I could. Instead, I look at it this way: success would be climbing deeper into the honesty of my soul. It sounds ridiculous even in my drunken state, but it's not. Some people are born into a notion of exactly what they should be doing. I didn't luck out in quite that way. But it's coming... it'll be here soon.
Dan, all of a sudden I have an idea for the illustration of the week. If only I could draw...
Today, thankfully, was one of those days when I could actually say, "I'm not so bad at this job." I can't explain it, because that would be talking about work...which I'm not allowed to do. But, upon this thinking that "I'm not so bad at this job," I think that I could BETTER at so many other things. So many people live their lives barely scratching the surface of their potential. Barely knowing of even the existence of their potential. I DON'T want to be one of those people. I don't want to live a life unrealized.
I think with some time and some practice and some more ambition, I could be a decent writer. I think, in time, I could be a decent critic. Hell, in time I could be a great engineer. I think, in time, (a decent amount of time), I could be a good mom someday (God willing that the government allows me to adopt or that I have the funds for artifical insemination.)
Some people view life as climbing a ladder towards success. An outward movement. Success is outside of onself. I can't get a handle on that. I wish I could. Instead, I look at it this way: success would be climbing deeper into the honesty of my soul. It sounds ridiculous even in my drunken state, but it's not. Some people are born into a notion of exactly what they should be doing. I didn't luck out in quite that way. But it's coming... it'll be here soon.
Dan, all of a sudden I have an idea for the illustration of the week. If only I could draw...
posted by Katie at 7:18 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks for that post. I like the buzzed posts, I believe Jerome thought it was creative too.
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