self-examination
turning 30 this year has done a number on me. and no, i’m not the type of gal who freaked out at the mere number. because in truth, i don’t look 30, and i don’t really act 30. not completely. i worry about next steps in life and sometimes money and keeping the house clean, but i’m not certain i’d rank those as true measurements of age anyway.
but turning the big 3-0 has made me reevaluate a lot of things. when i was told in college that i’d change my career probably 5 or 6 times, i scoffed at my advisor. and when i’d have at least 15 jobs in my lifetime, i laughed at the dean.
i guess those people were pretty wise after all and well worth the numerous hours in their offices laboring over what i wanted to be when i was all growed up.
and maybe i’m not completely growed up because here i am, still wondering wtf it is i should be doing with my life. but this time, i don’t have a wise sage sitting across from me, giving me pointers, telling me to NOT graduate early, insisting i go to europe. but i do have quite the significant other who is pretty durned smart and in tune with me. and today he asked me, “what are you good at? what is it you want to do?”
things i’m good at:
- giggling for no apparent reason – making mountains out of mole hills – cursing about ants in the apartment – rambling incoherent thoughts right before i drift off to slumber – playing with dogs and giving them funny voices
i guess he meant more about life goals and aspirations and the appropriate skills.
if that’s the case, then here’s my list. these are things i not only enjoy, but like to think i’m good at as well:
- making and designing jewelry – spotting typos and type inconsistencies (used to be part of my real job) – playing with yarn, as in crochet and my still struggling knitting skills – talking with photography reps (part of my real job) – dealing with stock photography (also part of my real job) – being anal retentive, obsessive compulsive. that trait can probably translate to many things. except for maybe the dust bunnies in our apartment. i just really don’t like to sweep or dust. – attempting to translate green awareness into everyday life
if it’s not already obvious, i’m trying to find a new career for myself. one that doesn’t feel like work. one where i can keep the bullshit factor to a minimum. because as of late, i’m finding that my BS detector goes off earlier and earlier with each new job i tackle. which leaves me to one conclusion. i need to strike out on my own.
so, how marketable do you think a dog-loving, typo-spotting, yarn-wrangling, photography-minded, green-spirited person is?