Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Will it EVER stop raining?
It's really looking like it might not.
Someone pointed out to me the other day, that I don't update this thing very often. So true. To be perfectly honest, my first love is art. Hence the title of the blog. So if I don't feel like committing to writing about a particular topic, I tend to stay away altogether and I just post my latest paintings on facebook. I am going to open an Etsy store, don't know if that will get me anywhere or not, but it's worth a shot. I've been doing some smaller, simpler pieces I can sell at a lower price point, so maybe I'll try marketing those for awhile. My job search for a better job is not fleshing out as well as I would like. I will keep trying, though. I want a good job this time.
I was on a site recently where a bunch of us were listing the types of jobs we have had, and I realized that most of my jobs have been really crappy. And in most of them, I worked for terrible people. I would like to have a good job before I die. It would be nice to know the feeling of actually liking my work. Not that I've hated every single job, but I've been able to talk myself up into being able to find all of them tolerable. Telling myself that everyone has jobs they don't like something about, and they are necessary and I will get through it. So what I want is a job that I like, believe in, and that treats me well. One time. One time, because I'll be 52 next week and I'm hoping if I find the right job, that it will be the one I retire from. Although being unemployed right now, I kind of am retired, except I spend a lot of time looking for jobs online because I feel I should work at this age. At least until my youngest is out of college and on his own.
So mostly I'm looking for work, trying to get my housework done, chase after the puppy, and painting as much as possible and putting the work in a few different places so that it's seen in various locations around town. Oh, and eating every 3 hours in an effort to lose weight on Medifast, which I unaffectionately call "space food". Which for the past couple weeks seems to be remarkably unaffective. Also my back is killing me. Lord, I'm just a joy, aren't I?
I'll try to continue here with a little more regularity and put some more pics on here. The pics are tricky here though, so no promises.
Someone pointed out to me the other day, that I don't update this thing very often. So true. To be perfectly honest, my first love is art. Hence the title of the blog. So if I don't feel like committing to writing about a particular topic, I tend to stay away altogether and I just post my latest paintings on facebook. I am going to open an Etsy store, don't know if that will get me anywhere or not, but it's worth a shot. I've been doing some smaller, simpler pieces I can sell at a lower price point, so maybe I'll try marketing those for awhile. My job search for a better job is not fleshing out as well as I would like. I will keep trying, though. I want a good job this time.
I was on a site recently where a bunch of us were listing the types of jobs we have had, and I realized that most of my jobs have been really crappy. And in most of them, I worked for terrible people. I would like to have a good job before I die. It would be nice to know the feeling of actually liking my work. Not that I've hated every single job, but I've been able to talk myself up into being able to find all of them tolerable. Telling myself that everyone has jobs they don't like something about, and they are necessary and I will get through it. So what I want is a job that I like, believe in, and that treats me well. One time. One time, because I'll be 52 next week and I'm hoping if I find the right job, that it will be the one I retire from. Although being unemployed right now, I kind of am retired, except I spend a lot of time looking for jobs online because I feel I should work at this age. At least until my youngest is out of college and on his own.
So mostly I'm looking for work, trying to get my housework done, chase after the puppy, and painting as much as possible and putting the work in a few different places so that it's seen in various locations around town. Oh, and eating every 3 hours in an effort to lose weight on Medifast, which I unaffectionately call "space food". Which for the past couple weeks seems to be remarkably unaffective. Also my back is killing me. Lord, I'm just a joy, aren't I?
I'll try to continue here with a little more regularity and put some more pics on here. The pics are tricky here though, so no promises.
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