…although not necessarily a “fun” adventure. I am still embroiled in the job search, and it is just a roller coaster of hopefulness and disappointment. Fortunately, at some point I was responsible enough to put something back for a rainy day, although I had intended it to be my retirement fund. I have always taken advantage of savings plan opportunities in the workplace (because its easier to save the money that never touches our hands). That said, I have found it necessary to raid those accounts numerous times over the years, just to stay afloat. All I can tell you, is that at each of those junctions, I thanked myself for having been at least minimally prudent. Naturally, my partner is on top of many of our household expenses, but I am able to pay my pesky student loans, and avoid defaulting on any of my personal debt. I am very grateful for him, but never want to be a burden on anyone. As such, my job search is akin to a job, and even when I have a whiff of inspiration, I really “need” to get away from this keyboard.
So, earlier, I alluded to my student debt. I am not sorry that I incurred it, and I have never expected someone else to shoulder that burden. I had an opportunity to go to college as a youth, but I was stubborn and rebellious, and when my father poo-pooed my desire to go to an art college, I decided to “teach him a lesson,” and not go to college at all. The irony was, that while my father was dreadfully upset at my infuriating decision to shun the collegiate opportunity he was prepared to provide; I was too busy “cutting off my nose to spite my face,” to consider the real ramifications of my choice.
I had always been an avid learner; interested in everything, and as passionate about knowledge, as I was about my art work. It had simply never, ever, entered my mind that my parents would expect me to pursue some kind of “business-related” schooling instead. I will never forget my father belittling my desire to study art, by asking “are you going to just put a shingle in front of your house proclaiming yourself a “starving artist?” My soul was deflated, and my rebelliousness spurred a self-inflicted downward spiral that would endure for years.
Well oops…gotta go… evidently there is a little problem in the basement that I must attend to… Make it a great day!