Change and Choices - A Study in Self-Indulgent Rambling
Change
I'm moving for the fourth time in four years next month and each time I am shocked at how much stuff I have accumulated, most of it functionally useless. Each time I pack, a disproportionate number of boxes become labeled: Decor. Buddha, Kuan Yin, that gigantic rock I dragged home from the beach... They say that how much you take with you is a sign of how much of your life you want to leave behind. Coming from Oregon I brought nothing but Merlin, clothes, a box of books, and a sun hat. Everything fit into my VW Beetle. Four years and four moves later I take up more boxes than that first move with just hula hoops and pillows. No one really NEEDS the sheer number of cookbooks I've collected. I suppose as the years have passed I've been more willing to cling to and carry with me the life I've been building around myself.
Choices
So... Quit the office job in January and, while finances are fine without my previous contribution, I feel like a leech - despite repeated assurances that I am not. Since I was 17 I have always had a job. Started out working as an assistant coach for a high school debate team, then pottery glazer, barista, administrative assistant, herbal family care instructor, telephone psychic, 10 hours a day as a pallet slinger, massage therapist, event planner, doula... With nothing but school I'm bored - no matter how much I fill the remaining hours. I'm not feeling tired at the end of the day and I can't seem to sleep. A friend working as a professional dominatrix almost has me convinced that being a pro sub may be something to try. It certainly seems more interesting than a desk and I'm sure it would generate a few fun anecdotes for my autobiography. :o)
Randomness
I'm still awake, and it's past 5am. Not too thrilled about it. I'll probably just stay up through the night and reset my body clock around 9am with a cafe Cubano. Then crash after I get home around midnight. That should do it!
I've finally decided to ask out the adorable German professor who teaches my Human Sexual Behavior class when the semester is over - even though she'll probably either think I'm too young (I think she's in her late 40's?), or she's straight (I know for a fact she has a boyfriend - but when has that ever mattered?). I always seem to be attracted to straight women... and I've always been a sucker for accents...
I'm moving for the fourth time in four years next month and each time I am shocked at how much stuff I have accumulated, most of it functionally useless. Each time I pack, a disproportionate number of boxes become labeled: Decor. Buddha, Kuan Yin, that gigantic rock I dragged home from the beach... They say that how much you take with you is a sign of how much of your life you want to leave behind. Coming from Oregon I brought nothing but Merlin, clothes, a box of books, and a sun hat. Everything fit into my VW Beetle. Four years and four moves later I take up more boxes than that first move with just hula hoops and pillows. No one really NEEDS the sheer number of cookbooks I've collected. I suppose as the years have passed I've been more willing to cling to and carry with me the life I've been building around myself.
Choices
So... Quit the office job in January and, while finances are fine without my previous contribution, I feel like a leech - despite repeated assurances that I am not. Since I was 17 I have always had a job. Started out working as an assistant coach for a high school debate team, then pottery glazer, barista, administrative assistant, herbal family care instructor, telephone psychic, 10 hours a day as a pallet slinger, massage therapist, event planner, doula... With nothing but school I'm bored - no matter how much I fill the remaining hours. I'm not feeling tired at the end of the day and I can't seem to sleep. A friend working as a professional dominatrix almost has me convinced that being a pro sub may be something to try. It certainly seems more interesting than a desk and I'm sure it would generate a few fun anecdotes for my autobiography. :o)
Randomness
I'm still awake, and it's past 5am. Not too thrilled about it. I'll probably just stay up through the night and reset my body clock around 9am with a cafe Cubano. Then crash after I get home around midnight. That should do it!
I've finally decided to ask out the adorable German professor who teaches my Human Sexual Behavior class when the semester is over - even though she'll probably either think I'm too young (I think she's in her late 40's?), or she's straight (I know for a fact she has a boyfriend - but when has that ever mattered?). I always seem to be attracted to straight women... and I've always been a sucker for accents...