I’m feeling very literary in my living room with a cinnamon candle burning and a live, green, fantastic smelling Christmas tree in the corner. My cat is asleep, again, on the armchair under a blanket and I’m watching A Muppet Christmas Carol. Also note cherry tea and setting sunlight through the windows. This is a good afternoon. This is me. I have to get back to me.
I’m happy when I’m creating, but alas I haven’t done much of that lately. I’m not sure why. I’ve been preoccupied with computers, annoyingly professional applications and interviews, sleeping, and Red Dwarf. For awhile I thought this was not the economy to be happy and oneself, but I think, after all, I was wrong. One must create! One must read enjoyable material! One must buckle down and trust oneself above all others! One must be loud, proud, and unprofessional. Yes. I am by no means successful, but damnit I will not become a soulless vacuum that works in a cubicle towards some horrible goal. How can a person work for something they can’t get behind? I mean, obviously people do just this all the time, but I just can’t do it. I am seeking a balance between need and want.
So the revelation is that I need a job in either
a) a creative field
b) an educational field
c) a field
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