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Do You Think Your Creative Ideas Suck?

The first necklace I ever made.  What a beauty.

The first necklace I ever made. What a beauty.

You’re not alone. Mine suck, too. Let’s be depressed together. Sniffle. Look sad. Be as pathetic as you can possibly be. There now. Feel better?

I do.

Except I’m still obsessing over the title of this article and how much it sucks.
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Help Me! I Hate My Job!

Man asleep on keyboard in office cubicle Aside from the obvious way to get out of working in a cubicle, like finding a new job, let’s talk about ways to stop working for someone else – FOREVER.

First, you must think about what activities bring you joy.  It might seem natural to look at what areas you excel in, but we don’t always love to do what we’re good at.  I, for instance, am very good at jobs that require me to sort through heavy piles of paper in a gray cubicle.  But let me tell you – Paper and I have a very tumultuous relationship.  Don’t tell Paper – but I’ve been looking for a way to break up with it for some time now. Continue reading

photo by: slworking2

A Blog Is Born

So, this is my first blog post…ever.  (Pause for the sound of faint applause and angels harmonizing in the background)  You see – I have been trying to sit down and start a blog for – um – well it depends on how far you want me to go back – truthfully, I’ve wanted to do this for years.  I procrastinated for a long list of reasons.  The main one being I have a full-time, life-sucking day job.  You, too?  Great!  We’ve already got something in common.

Why I am writing this blog:

This blog is about me finally, for real, no I’m serious this time, no this time I really mean it – getting. the shit. done.  And not just in regards to writing this blog, but in doing ALL of the things I want to do, talk about doing, think about doing, and dream about doing.  It’s about escaping my jail term in the cubicle, once and for all.  I’m 43.  I think I’m eligible for parole.

Why now:

Due to a recent mysterious injury involving my hand, I had time off the dreadful day job to contemplate what I’m doing with my life.  And here are the results of said contemplation:   I’m stuck in a rut, stuck in my job, and stuck in a town I don’t like.  I guess you could say more simply: I’m stuck.  I feel like this time off work is a do or die moment.  Like I said, I’m 43 and dying is not on my bucket list.

Who I am:

I am a grounded dreamer who believes in herself and periodically feels insecure.   I have a PhD in procrastination.  I live in central PA.  I’m a legal secretary by day and a wife, cook, Director of Our Home, creative-wanna-be by night.  While I am sleeping, I dream about being a jewelry designer, writer, photographer, creative Martha-Stewart-worthy genius, and interior designer.  I analyze things too much.  I’m a perfectionist.  I will do just about anything to eat a piece of chocolate cake.

Why I need You:

I welcome and appreciate your comments.  I would love to hear your stories, struggles, and successes with similar issues.  I want this blog to be a conversation for all of us to support each other on the things that get in all of our ways to creating the life we want.  Thank you for your support!