It’s day two of the July Ultimate Blogging Challenge (or will be day two for the next 50 minutes, lol). The suggestion from Paul Taubman, who is the facilitator of the challenge, is to describe how I got into this niche. Okay, hmmm. I don’t really know. A long time ago, and longer than I care to recall, I attended the journalism school at the University of Missouri in Columbia, Missouri. My career hope was to become a film critic and to work for the Courier-Express in Buffalo, New York.
What? You’re saying that you’ve never heard of the Courier-Express? Well, there’s a reason for it. It’s been out of business for more than 40 years. My career goals got nipped in the bud. Or snipped. Or chopped. A bad pruning job, I would say. A year before I graduated from journalism school, the Courier-Express went out of business. Closed forevermore. Kaput and deader than a door knocker. I don’t know if door knockers were ever alive but if Doctor Who said it, it has to be so.
And, alas, I never became a film critic. Which made me sad because I really wanted to have an entire career at the movie theater.
So I had to figure out ways to reinvent myself. I tried doing clerical jobs. I really, really tried. I am pretty decent at typing so I thought, “I can type. This is going to be easy work.” Um. No. It really wasn’t. The noise level in most offices meant that I could neither focus nor concentrate. I put so much effort into trying to listen to what any boss or supervisor was saying that I had monstrous headaches. I was sure that I was getting stupider by the day. At that time, I didn’t understand what auditory processing disorder was and how it affected my ability to understand what people were telling me.
I was trying to put a unique me into a little green Monopoly house and I wasn’t succeeding. What I really needed to do was to put a unique me into a lovely little cottage with a garden on the outside and a piano and art supplies on the inside. I needed to be surrounded by trees and stories. And I needed to let my imagination run free to do what it was meant to do. Which was… well… this.
And that brings me to the day 32 prompt for the Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day challenge. It’s cottage. The image above tells the story that I just told about trying to fit me into a little green Monopoly house, instead of that cottage, surrounded by trees. And I know that I’m not alone in that effort. How many of you are attempting to put a unique and creative you into a little green Monopoly house, even if you can’t possibly fit all that wonderfulness that you carry with you?