Been a long time....
....since my last real post. Getting closer to D-Day (I mean B-Day. As in my 30th), and it makes me contemplate a lot of things.
Work is still a four letter word no matter how fun you think it is. My job isnt so bad for what it is. But unfortunately, what it is, is a glorified babysitting job. I make sure all the children play nice with each other and make sure they clean up their own messes. I can say, without a shadow of a doubt that I do not want to be doing this job forever. I dont even know if I want to work in this industry anymore either.
If you could choose to do any job that you wanted, and not have to worry about money or anything else that would stand in your way, what would you do?
I have thought about that question a lot lately. There are a lot of things that I think would be cool to do. Like open my own restaurant, or fly a charter plane in the Caribbean. But to be honest, I dont think I could see myself doing that for a living. I love to cook, and I would love to learn to fly, but not for a living. Just for fun. No, what I really want to do, is be a professional photographer. And not weddings and stuff like that, but be a magazine or newspaper photographer. Have you ever seen a picture in a magazine that you just KNEW what story was being told. You had an emotional reaction to what you were seeing. You wanted to know more about it. That's what I want to do. I want to tell that story.
I was all apprehensive about making this information public. Maybe because I didnt want people to laugh at me. But you know what? This is my dream, so laugh all you want, it wont phase me at all. That's how I know it's real. That's how I know that I actually want it. Because I dont give a shit if someone else thinks it's a good idea or not.
That may be screwy logic, but so what. It only has to make sense to me. ^___~
As for everything else, life isnt so bad. I love my wife so very much. Every day that I wake up is my new "best" day. Because I get to wake up to her.
Ok, so that was cheesy, but so is a quesadilla.
^___^
In two days, Missy and I leave for my Uncle's memorial service. I dont really know how I feel. I mean, I'm sad that he's dead. But I think I've moved past sad, and am now just in solemn mourning. Not sad, just thoughtfully remembering who my Uncle was. He was a kind man. Willing to literally give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He was loved by many, and he loved many in return. I can say, with no hesitation, that this world was a brighter place with him in it. And his absence will be duely noticed.
*sigh*
I'm sure I'll have more to post before November 1st, but for now that's about it.
Work is still a four letter word no matter how fun you think it is. My job isnt so bad for what it is. But unfortunately, what it is, is a glorified babysitting job. I make sure all the children play nice with each other and make sure they clean up their own messes. I can say, without a shadow of a doubt that I do not want to be doing this job forever. I dont even know if I want to work in this industry anymore either.
If you could choose to do any job that you wanted, and not have to worry about money or anything else that would stand in your way, what would you do?
I have thought about that question a lot lately. There are a lot of things that I think would be cool to do. Like open my own restaurant, or fly a charter plane in the Caribbean. But to be honest, I dont think I could see myself doing that for a living. I love to cook, and I would love to learn to fly, but not for a living. Just for fun. No, what I really want to do, is be a professional photographer. And not weddings and stuff like that, but be a magazine or newspaper photographer. Have you ever seen a picture in a magazine that you just KNEW what story was being told. You had an emotional reaction to what you were seeing. You wanted to know more about it. That's what I want to do. I want to tell that story.
I was all apprehensive about making this information public. Maybe because I didnt want people to laugh at me. But you know what? This is my dream, so laugh all you want, it wont phase me at all. That's how I know it's real. That's how I know that I actually want it. Because I dont give a shit if someone else thinks it's a good idea or not.
That may be screwy logic, but so what. It only has to make sense to me. ^___~
As for everything else, life isnt so bad. I love my wife so very much. Every day that I wake up is my new "best" day. Because I get to wake up to her.
Ok, so that was cheesy, but so is a quesadilla.
^___^
In two days, Missy and I leave for my Uncle's memorial service. I dont really know how I feel. I mean, I'm sad that he's dead. But I think I've moved past sad, and am now just in solemn mourning. Not sad, just thoughtfully remembering who my Uncle was. He was a kind man. Willing to literally give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He was loved by many, and he loved many in return. I can say, with no hesitation, that this world was a brighter place with him in it. And his absence will be duely noticed.
*sigh*
I'm sure I'll have more to post before November 1st, but for now that's about it.