I got a phone call from my friend last night. She said, “I just read your latest blog. Thought I’d better call.” Oh boy. Is it that obvious? (Thank you Cylia, for looking out for me.) Okay, I’m looking at the word resume, and it’s definition in the dictionary. Resume = A summary of one’s qualifications and job experience. But I cannot find the accent key to make that word differentiate from THIS word. Resume = Return to an activity or a position. Every cell in my being is balking at both these words right now. Yes, I am unemployed. In the summer, when my idle days really started to kick in, I gleefully changed that from unemployed…to unemployable. I refuse now to get back on track, not the donkey track anyway. I don’t want to go round and round in the same circle in the dust, that withered, old carrot in front of me. What I need to do is come up with a new credo for who I am now. These past six months of working for no one and learning how to LIVE, definition = have LIFE or continue in LIFE, and not being defined by what I do to earn my living, has felt so absolutely right.
Do what you love and you will never work a day in your life.
It’s time I re-connected with the outer world aka get out of my head and get a job. Time to pay for the roof over my head and the food in my mouth. So I need to play around with a new definition of what I want now. One year my friend Roslyn and I picked BRING IT ON! as how we would tackle the summer. The dog’s sick and the vet bill is going to kill me. BRING IT ON! I’ve got a love interest and I’m kinda’ jittery. BRING IT ON! I feel like quitting my safe job and trying something else that scares me. BRING IT ON! Perhaps that’s the place to start. That will be my acronym and I will advertise who I am and what I want now.
BIO or BRING IT ON!
I am willing to work three days a week for an exorbitant amount of money. The position must be fascinating, involve creative thinking, with interaction between amazing, fair, fun, and calm people. My contribution must add something of benefit to this world.
I am grateful to accept a patron who supports my writing.
I am agitating to have a syndicated column a la Anna Quindlen’s NY Times Public & Private, in which I will write about my observations on anything I want. What really spurs me? Put me on a plane, or make me walk! But Ireland is next while my hair is still red.
I have had a re-occurring dream for more than twenty years of the same unforgettable man in a long dark coat. I have never seen his face. I am ready for that man to knock on my door while I’m awake.
Did I cover everything? Gainful self-responsibility? Delirious abundance? The writing life? And the man in my dreams? Bring It On!
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diane
Hello Diane,
I love your words.
There has to be something steamingly terrific, amazingly exciting and of course with a fabulous paycheque, just waiting for you to find it.
I look forward to hearing all about it!
Bye for the moment,
Wendy….
Bring it ON — the universe provides and will answer your request.
Enjoying the imagery and wordplay.
love, cyl