I finished Julie Powell's excellent memoir, Julie & Julia on the train home and I was inspired! That is, I was inspired to spill my guts into cyberspace with a blog. As kitchy and potentially embarrassing, I am still convinced that it's infinitely better than trying to cook my way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Really, I don't like French food and, after reading Powell's descriptions of kidneys, marrow and brains, that opinion is not going to change anytime soon.
However, I found a kindred spirit in Powell. Like Powell, I'm a young woman (okay, slightly older than she is) and I'm in what I consider to be a dead end job. I've been told that my job can "take me anywhere," but it is, at the end of the day, not what I want to be doing. Unlike Powell, I'm still single which is also not what expected of my life when I looked forward to this age.
So, as I finished Powell, I realized that I have to figure it out. My life, that is. I don't expect this to happen overnight, of course. And I'm not sure I will ever know when I've reached that point. But I do know that I have to at least start working at it.
I took a figurative step back during my train ride back home this evening. I don't hate my job, it's just a way to pay the bills. However, it won't get better (unless I get an MBA, which I really have absolutely no desire to do), it will only get worse. What I've always wanted to do--from the time I was a "tween," was be a writer. I'm currently taking an online writing class to get myself back in the swing of things (another reason for this blog besides spilling my guts--I'm supposed to "journal" for at least 10 minutes a day for this class. Unfortunately, I grew up at the dawn of the information age and writing, that is with a pen and paper, causes massive pain after only a few minutes. What can I say, I'm a keyboarder!) and, while I'm still rusty, I know that I have the talent, if not the discipline, to be that. So, I now have 2 choices. I can either look for a more fulfilling (and most likely worse-paying) job or I can stick it out where I am and support myself until I become a writer. Honestly, I'm not sure which one I should choose.
Now, for the other thing...I'm currently in this whole examine my life/where am I going/what am I meant to be thing and I get a coupon for a free speed dating event...tonight. Now, this should be a good thing, but it's in what looks to be a very, very seedy bar and I've never had great luck with speed dating. And, right now, I'm so far "in my head" that I'm sure that it will be a pointless event. However, I can't NOT go...I have a touch of the co-dependence thing going on. You see, if I don't go, someone will have to sit out a date. Someone I've never met. Someone I may not ever want to meet. So, for this faceless stranger, I'm off to a smoky bar.
Maybe it will give me some good material for my writing.
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Oh WMG! That made me laugh! Both entries were well written...except, don't get me wrong. I'm not like every other writing buddy you've had that will only tell you the good news.
I did find a couple of dropped pronouns, a spot or two of an unfinished thought, and maybe a single turn of phrase that didn't quite complete the turn! Aside from that though, you really hit the nail on the proverbial head with your description of the "team day" meeting! Thanks for the laugh.
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