Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Live by the Hook

Calling. Passion. Gift.

I never thought I had these things. I always loved anime, japan, playing dolls (well into my teens...), and drawing but I never thought I had a talent for anything that could be turned into a job. For the most part, I still don't. Passions are...a thing of mystery to me. The things that I have grown to like have proved to be things that aren't your every day job. I've grown to love knitting, crocheting, painting, drawing (some more, a bit awesomer than my childhood drawings), ceramics, sewing, clothes design, etc. artistic things. There is no desk job for these things where you are paid hourly to sit around doing them (if there is TELL ME!!! I want to go to there).

That being said, finding a job that I would like is kinda hard. Working with kids worked for a while because children are funny and I like playing with them and laughing at them and bossing them around. But I don't work there anymore...I have an associates in graphic design but I really don't care about graphic design and that is a competitive career field that involves loads of passion on the part of the designer. That passion is something I sorely lack. Sure I can do the work, I do do the work (lol dodo), but I lack the passion to make it a career. 

So here I am, with all my little crafts, being told left and right to start up a business of my own. To market my makings and sell them on etsy. To live off bags and dolls and what else other crafts I can concoct. Of course, from me, this is met with disregarding laughter and a complete lack of faith in myself. Enter me going to a temp agency to find me a job I will do but most likely will not feel satisfied by. There are people here to believe in me, believe that I can make my passion a salary for me. I want to believe that, an as a person who has grown up in poverty; I simply don't see it as possible...and that is how a person stays in poverty...

I don't know, its a lot to think about. I just finished crocheting a bag that I am kinda proud of. It is my own pattern and its lined and has pockets. I like pockets... then there are the dolls that I make...I have some other things I want to make too, so many projects that I dream about. Things I want to paint, draw, crochet, knit, make with ceramics, and design then sew then wear. There just don't seem to be enough hours in the day. I wish I could see how this would work, how it could become something more than just a hobby. That would be kinda magnificent.

Song: The Cave by Mumford and Sons 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tL_Ye0h5xEI

 Aren't they so cute? Chibi Desi, Jeadon the Jedi, and Princess Nazaria.

Monday, February 18, 2013

New Layout, Similar Outlook

So things are looking different now. On the blog I mean, not in life. No, things look pretty much the same in life. Always waiting, subtle changes here and there. 

Yes but the blog is looking much funner now. Loving the red! A lot less brown. 

You'll be surprised to know that there will be no whining today. No, no feels here. Simply because I am not feeling anything. I suppose no feels are better than crippling feels. All the feels. 

I need a job. I need a job so I can pay for the CNA class so I can become a CNA and live out the rest of my life and save up so I can travel and run away to England or Ireland or South Korea (haven't decided yet). I would ask for prayer for that but God and I are quite estranged at the moment... don't know how to fix that. Trying not to worry about it. 

Some of my friends are going through tough times, family members dying, hardships of life, new children arriving, bills to pay. Pray for that, cause I don't know how to help them. 

Recently crocheted at large bag, three owl hats, and I'm working on a blanket. The blanket is for a house that I want to move into, my family has applied for it and we are waiting to hear back. We really need this house...Need a job...not much you can do with a graphic design associates degree in a small town. 

Things will be okay. I think...and if they aren't I guess it won't matter then. 

I don't like being estranged.

Song: Moments by Emerson Drive
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzriEXPJ1-k