Have you ever had a day that's SO busy you don't even have time to write about your FEELINGS??? If so, then boy oh boy, have I got a story for you.
BUT FIRST. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Talia, and it's been over one week since I've written about my feelings.
It all started last Tuesday. It was my first day of work--on the job--as they say. I woke up fresh-faced, prepared, ready to take on any challenge that could possibly occur between the hours of nine and five. But little did I know that I could NEVER prepare myself for the horror of what was to come next: a day spent doing *omitted*.
Basically, when I got home and sat down to write I realized that even though there was a lot of interesting stuff I wanted to blog about, I couldn't. Not for any lack of interest or discipline (well, maybe a little lack of discipline), but because I kept worrying about who might see the post and whether I might incur some professional penalty for speaking totally freely on a public forum.
That's the "catch" when it comes to something like blogging. Like, it's cool when you're talking about grandma's favorite recipes or that one time you gave a homeless man a loaf of bread, but not when you're giving 100% honest commentary in real time about the dramas of the day-to-day, or revealing less-than-flattering facts about yourself. Because there's always potential negative consequence lurking around the corner.
You know that quote, "dress for the job you want,"? I feel like that quote is supposed to imply that you should dress really nice, like, that if you're not itchy and uncomfortable, maaaaybe, just maybe, you're doing it wrong. But when I hear that quote I picture the job I want. Granted, the image I conjure up is pretty pixelated, but it's something like owning my own business, something that allows a high degree of creative freedom, that entails working really hard but on projects that I initiate. Still, I wonder, does dressing for the job you want EVER mean wearing Hawaiian-flower cotton shorts and an old yellow sweatshirt with paint stains on it (literally what I'm wearing right now).
For my sake, I hope so.