Something I've been thinking about over the last little while. All right, so I've said it before, I want to have a really nice looking house, one of those kinds you could flip open a catalogue or magazine and see. Then I get to thinking more in depth on that matter. I now realize it's not so much that I want that, because I would not want to have to run myself like crazy trying to keep animal hair, dirt and grease off of it ... but I want the OPTION of having it if I want it, or something close to it. I want the lived in version. I want my options. I want the ability to choose to have a spiffy looking room, or to have a dingy lived in one. Right now it doesn't feel like I get to have much choice because there is so little respect for me and my cleaning, but some day that will change.
Another thing that sort of hit me, last week actually, was the whole looking for a job thing. It didn't feel very real or anything until Friday when I was sitting at home not because I called off, was sick or there was inclement weather ... I had been told not to work because there wasn't anything to do. I kept feeling this fluttering panicky feeling, and I did not like being at home when I should have been at work. So I think I've also slowly been realizing how serious this is and how screwed I could be soon. For this week my boss has determined that now I will be working the whole week instead of leaving early on any specific days. Also, it turns out that I do have Monday off for the holiday and not Friday like she had originally said (couldn't for the life of me figure out WHY we'd have Friday off). Boy will that confuse my dad after him assuming I wasn't working at all, then getting told I was only working a few hours, and now that I'll be working my full week.
Also I've been thinking about a lot of other things differently, like things that will require me to do more work, physically or mentally. In a way, I look at those things and go 'Damn, I don't want things to be harder!' but then on the other hand I think 'So what if they're hard, it'll suck while I'm doing it, I'll get through it and feel good when it's done and nobody can take it away from me and give somebody else the credit.' I'm so sick of doing things so selflessly and somebody else getting the credit, so yeah, I'll be doing things now with my own motives in mind, to hell with them, I'll have my credit and eat it too ... errr, well, you know what I mean.
I really want to concentrate on my writing some too. It's something I've always wanted to pursue, being published or widely read in some fashion or another. Online used to always be good enough, but now I want to see something of mine in print, and something good. I'm not saying I've got anything written that's already there, but I want to really work on my writing skill and see what I can do. Even if it's just one story, one little thing, published 40 years from now, that's OK. It gives me a sort of peace, I go to another place when I'm writing and I love the feelings I have before, during and after I've written something that I really like. This needs to happen more often. Further, it'll make it easier when I feel my heart pulling at me because I can't literally climb into the life of a book I'm reading. I can just write my own story and immerse myself if I want to.



