“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~ Unknown
My vocational future has been uncertain since I learned NEH was not funding the program under which I currently work. It ends in August. I’ve been pretty calm about it these last three years, much to everyone’s surprise, including my own. Three weeks ago, however, I applied for a job I really want. It’s been the first job I’ve found in all this time that I actually have an interest in. That’s a big deal, and that’s why not getting that phone call is causing nightmares. They’re nightmares of a middle aged woman who’s facing a nation of employers that overwhelmingly desire young workers as cheap labor over older workers with experience. When I left the office this afternoon I walked past a piece of smelly equipment, and I thought of my Papaw Adams. He managed to stay at the same job with the State Highway Department for most of his life. Just a whiff of grease and gasoline brings fond memories of him. The smell calms me. I know that’s odd, but I so closely associate the odor with him that it’s as if the smell is his crooked smile, his twinkling eyes, a reassuring pat on the back. I can hear him say, “Eh, son, don’t worry about it. It’ll work out.” And it will. This morning, I arrived at my desk to find a sweet note and candies from my co-worker, Judy Sackett. I want a job that is staffed by happy, kind, thoughtful people like that who can also challenge me to be better. And if I don’t land in such a place? Meh, that’s just more energy for art. I’m mighty thankful for what I’ve had. It’s all about perspective.
Sharon
Did you know that New Zealand is great place to live and work…
Kopana
My friend, Madame Lash, has told me that very thing. Hoping to get a visit at the very least – and soon! 😉