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Questions abound
Jun. 21st, 2005 10:15 pmIt's been a quiet day here in Lake Wobegone... maybe I shoulda made some Powdermilk Biscuits to get things moving, instead of my usual yogurt with fruit. I practiced some calligraphy this AM in preparation for doing the Ten Thousand Villages invitation. Most of it will be a Word font, but the front will have some real live calligraphy from mine very own hand.
There was a pleasant -- surprising, but very pleasant-- moment this morning when I woke up. Miranda jumped on my chest en route to the side of the bed where Molly was sleeping, and then curled up next to Molly. Nobody hissed, swatted, or otherwise made rude gestures at anyone else! In fact, they washed each others faces a little bit. Wow. I was stunned. I just sat there for several minutes, wondering if I was really awake.
This afternoon I've been doing some preliminary research into a suggestion Nia made-- that I consider getting a Masters in Library Science. Kinda out of left field, huh? I'd been sort of mulling it over in my mind, and today I went online to check out the programs at UNC and NCCU. The results were interesting. I haven't had any problem picturing myself doing what I know librarians do, but I haven't had a good idea of what they do when they aren't at the desk, preparing books for circulation, etc. The class descriptions were thus kind of a shock. I couldn't even figure out what some of them meant. The really sobering realization was that I've never seen a more boring group of classes in all my life. That doesn't bode well... surely there should be something that makes me say, "Wow! That looks cool! I've always wondered how to do that." Many of the classes sounded so esoteric that I couldn't figure out what they have to do with the daily functioning of a library. So now I'm wondering, DO they have anything to do with what goes on daily? I was also reminded of the guy who wanted to be a surveyor because he thought it'd be fun to used one of those gadgets on a tripod. What a gap between the perception and the reality.
The big question, of course, is what do I want to do when i grow up? Or at least, what do I want to do until then? The single thing I enjoy most is painting. However, just sitting in my little corner painting won't feed me or shelter me. Some business acumen-- and a fair amount of luck, as far as I can see-- are required to actually make a living from painting. I'm not so good with the business stuff, and the idea of marketing myself leaves me thoroughly intimidated. I'm much happier with the idea of just going to work, doing my job, and letting somebody else figure out all the business stuff. I'm really burned out on the whole take-charge, figure out what to do, be responsible (especially for someone else) thing. That's a pretty good indicator of how much I look forward to getting another architecture job and having liability issues, too. If I could go back to drafting, I'd consider it. I like drafting. It's just been a few years too many since I did it, is all. I told you before, I have no ambition. I wasn't kidding.
I think I'm going to work on the Villages invitation for a while before turning in. That's one thing I know I can, and want to, do. Night, all.
There was a pleasant -- surprising, but very pleasant-- moment this morning when I woke up. Miranda jumped on my chest en route to the side of the bed where Molly was sleeping, and then curled up next to Molly. Nobody hissed, swatted, or otherwise made rude gestures at anyone else! In fact, they washed each others faces a little bit. Wow. I was stunned. I just sat there for several minutes, wondering if I was really awake.
This afternoon I've been doing some preliminary research into a suggestion Nia made-- that I consider getting a Masters in Library Science. Kinda out of left field, huh? I'd been sort of mulling it over in my mind, and today I went online to check out the programs at UNC and NCCU. The results were interesting. I haven't had any problem picturing myself doing what I know librarians do, but I haven't had a good idea of what they do when they aren't at the desk, preparing books for circulation, etc. The class descriptions were thus kind of a shock. I couldn't even figure out what some of them meant. The really sobering realization was that I've never seen a more boring group of classes in all my life. That doesn't bode well... surely there should be something that makes me say, "Wow! That looks cool! I've always wondered how to do that." Many of the classes sounded so esoteric that I couldn't figure out what they have to do with the daily functioning of a library. So now I'm wondering, DO they have anything to do with what goes on daily? I was also reminded of the guy who wanted to be a surveyor because he thought it'd be fun to used one of those gadgets on a tripod. What a gap between the perception and the reality.
The big question, of course, is what do I want to do when i grow up? Or at least, what do I want to do until then? The single thing I enjoy most is painting. However, just sitting in my little corner painting won't feed me or shelter me. Some business acumen-- and a fair amount of luck, as far as I can see-- are required to actually make a living from painting. I'm not so good with the business stuff, and the idea of marketing myself leaves me thoroughly intimidated. I'm much happier with the idea of just going to work, doing my job, and letting somebody else figure out all the business stuff. I'm really burned out on the whole take-charge, figure out what to do, be responsible (especially for someone else) thing. That's a pretty good indicator of how much I look forward to getting another architecture job and having liability issues, too. If I could go back to drafting, I'd consider it. I like drafting. It's just been a few years too many since I did it, is all. I told you before, I have no ambition. I wasn't kidding.
I think I'm going to work on the Villages invitation for a while before turning in. That's one thing I know I can, and want to, do. Night, all.
