NEW BLOG. If you didn't get the message in the title.
I've decided to blog specifically about living in a new city and trying to find things to do.
livingICT.wordpress.com is the new place.
Check it out and hopefully I'll be posting about festivals, events, restaurants, and anything else I try out onto THAT blog.
Unfortunately, I think this one might die off. But check it anyway, just in case I change my mind.
GO THERE. NOW.
Or maybe wait a few days so I have some material to write about.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Life Decisions Make Me Blog
Blog world,
I've been thrust into a decision making process that I've never experienced before and writing things out might just help me make a decision. I don't recommend making decisions this way, as I am 17 minutes away from needing to leave for work, but it'll at least get this out into the internetz abyss where everyone (in my family at least) can read it.
Since living in a small town, where twiddling my thumbs became the norm, I had made huge strides in finding something I'm passionate about. Why I never thought about this before is beyond me, but sometimes an apple just has to fall from the tree to make a realization (I don't have time to google that reference, somebody feel free to fact check. I think it has something to do with discovering gravity.)
Over Christmas, I broke the news to my family about how I wanted to start studying to be a personal trainer and help people realize that you can love going to the gym and working up a sweat as much as I do. Yeah, getting gross and sweating feels like an accomplishment and I kind of love it.
Then we moved to Wichita. And bought a house. And a couch. And a really cool lamp.
So, I went on the hunt for a new job, like I always do. Something that'll be mundane, I'm sure, but will bring in a paycheck so I can feel like I contribute more than just grocery shopping and playing with the dog all day.
I had an interview. Then a second interview. Then I was told I didn't get the job.
Approximately 1 hour ago, the bank's HR lady called me and offered me a different position, a week after I had decided, "I didn't get the job, I'll keep looking, but maybe I'll spend a large amount of time studying for something I really want to do."
So, here I am faced with a very logical voice (for some reason sounding exactly like my mother's) telling me to take the job, save some money, study on your down time.
Versus: an opportunity to get to what I want to do quicker by taking some time off to study and research.
I realize being faced with this problem makes me one of the luckiest people this side of the Mississippi.
But, being a writer and romanticizing about everything, I can't help but listen to my gut telling me I've done some hard time in retail-related job jail and it's time to stop moving from city to city and job to job and find a purpose with my time.
It's a tough decision. And I now have 2 minutes until my hour long commute to train my newspaper entertainment page successor.
Hopefully, if at anytime anybody who reads this is faced with an easy, logical decision against taking a risk indeed makes that decision, they can tell me. I have until tomorrow morning. GO.
Just kidding.
I guess following my dreams isn't such an easy decision, is it 2nd grade teacher?!
Just kidding again.
I'll figure it out. I'm lucky that I really can't go wrong with either choice.
Have a happy Tuesday, everybody! I think it's Tuesday, anyway. Yes, it's Tuesday.
I've been thrust into a decision making process that I've never experienced before and writing things out might just help me make a decision. I don't recommend making decisions this way, as I am 17 minutes away from needing to leave for work, but it'll at least get this out into the internetz abyss where everyone (in my family at least) can read it.
Since living in a small town, where twiddling my thumbs became the norm, I had made huge strides in finding something I'm passionate about. Why I never thought about this before is beyond me, but sometimes an apple just has to fall from the tree to make a realization (I don't have time to google that reference, somebody feel free to fact check. I think it has something to do with discovering gravity.)
Over Christmas, I broke the news to my family about how I wanted to start studying to be a personal trainer and help people realize that you can love going to the gym and working up a sweat as much as I do. Yeah, getting gross and sweating feels like an accomplishment and I kind of love it.
Then we moved to Wichita. And bought a house. And a couch. And a really cool lamp.
So, I went on the hunt for a new job, like I always do. Something that'll be mundane, I'm sure, but will bring in a paycheck so I can feel like I contribute more than just grocery shopping and playing with the dog all day.
I had an interview. Then a second interview. Then I was told I didn't get the job.
Approximately 1 hour ago, the bank's HR lady called me and offered me a different position, a week after I had decided, "I didn't get the job, I'll keep looking, but maybe I'll spend a large amount of time studying for something I really want to do."
So, here I am faced with a very logical voice (for some reason sounding exactly like my mother's) telling me to take the job, save some money, study on your down time.
Versus: an opportunity to get to what I want to do quicker by taking some time off to study and research.
I realize being faced with this problem makes me one of the luckiest people this side of the Mississippi.
But, being a writer and romanticizing about everything, I can't help but listen to my gut telling me I've done some hard time in retail-related job jail and it's time to stop moving from city to city and job to job and find a purpose with my time.
It's a tough decision. And I now have 2 minutes until my hour long commute to train my newspaper entertainment page successor.
Hopefully, if at anytime anybody who reads this is faced with an easy, logical decision against taking a risk indeed makes that decision, they can tell me. I have until tomorrow morning. GO.
Just kidding.
I guess following my dreams isn't such an easy decision, is it 2nd grade teacher?!
Just kidding again.
I'll figure it out. I'm lucky that I really can't go wrong with either choice.
Have a happy Tuesday, everybody! I think it's Tuesday, anyway. Yes, it's Tuesday.
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