It's been longer than I intended since I've updated this post.
Today I grabbed my trusty Kindle reader and started in on a book titled "How to Get Ideas" by Jack Foster and Larry Corby.
What a surprise when the first chapter is titled "Have Fun". Coincidentally with this, I've read the ICAS desk drop (it's an email on personal wellness, diet, work life balance etc.) wherein the TED talk of Caroline McHugh was discussed - it too arrived today. How you need to find your true self and stop being who the world wants you to be. How do they relate? Simple: fun!
If you are currently, where you are, whether it be your work, life, family, friends, whatever, and you are not having fun in each, then you are not being you. You are being something you where never meant to be. It's something I'm struggling with. For thirty years I've been working in computers, processing data, putting up with, well everyone. It all has me wondering is this truly who I am. When I was in school, and I'm talking primary and secondary school it has been drilled into you, you can't do something you can't make money from and the only thing any of the teachers and adults around me knew was, the professional trades (doctors, lawyers, dentists etc.), teaching (or any government related work) or working with your hands. What is referred to as the trades by some - those truly essential jobs like your plumbers (wait till your toilet backs up and tell me they are not essential), electricians, motor mechanics, and the myriad of small traders that surround your daily existence, chefs (here I include all of them from the fine french cuisine kind to the baker).
I truly think that if I wasn't cut off from the arts I probably would have been an artist, or working in a far more artistic line than I am currently. Now, at an age, most don't want to admit they reached, I'm questioning these things. Looking back on my life and asking -- what was it all for. Not that it's the end, it just feels like it. But what would a life as a painter, pencil artist, interior decorator, confectioner have been like?
I have found some more books to read from Caroline McHugh and have added them to my prodigious list. Need to buckle down and get through them. I have made a point of writing more and the more I write the more I want to write, and it does make me happy to write. So, why does the guilt feeling rise up every once in a while - well still too regular than it needs to be. Working my way through the books I will be able to find that true self. That one in a trillion. That unique individual, that isn't just like everyone else.
So, let's find our unique selves, and live live to the full as who we really are and not who we think others think we should be. That's just too much thinking and not enough living.
Today I grabbed my trusty Kindle reader and started in on a book titled "How to Get Ideas" by Jack Foster and Larry Corby.
If you are currently, where you are, whether it be your work, life, family, friends, whatever, and you are not having fun in each, then you are not being you. You are being something you where never meant to be. It's something I'm struggling with. For thirty years I've been working in computers, processing data, putting up with, well everyone. It all has me wondering is this truly who I am. When I was in school, and I'm talking primary and secondary school it has been drilled into you, you can't do something you can't make money from and the only thing any of the teachers and adults around me knew was, the professional trades (doctors, lawyers, dentists etc.), teaching (or any government related work) or working with your hands. What is referred to as the trades by some - those truly essential jobs like your plumbers (wait till your toilet backs up and tell me they are not essential), electricians, motor mechanics, and the myriad of small traders that surround your daily existence, chefs (here I include all of them from the fine french cuisine kind to the baker).
I truly think that if I wasn't cut off from the arts I probably would have been an artist, or working in a far more artistic line than I am currently. Now, at an age, most don't want to admit they reached, I'm questioning these things. Looking back on my life and asking -- what was it all for. Not that it's the end, it just feels like it. But what would a life as a painter, pencil artist, interior decorator, confectioner have been like?
I have found some more books to read from Caroline McHugh and have added them to my prodigious list. Need to buckle down and get through them. I have made a point of writing more and the more I write the more I want to write, and it does make me happy to write. So, why does the guilt feeling rise up every once in a while - well still too regular than it needs to be. Working my way through the books I will be able to find that true self. That one in a trillion. That unique individual, that isn't just like everyone else.
So, let's find our unique selves, and live live to the full as who we really are and not who we think others think we should be. That's just too much thinking and not enough living.
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