Ok. Confession about the post that was about to go up this afternoon. I deleted it. The whole dang thing was about the internet vs. cell phone question from the post below.
Let’s do this instead. Let’s answer this question:
Why did 4/5 of us answer that we would rather give up our cell phones than our internet? And is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Even though I didn’t have any tricks up my sleeve when putting the survey together, a few of you have asked/wondered where I’m going with all this. Well… This is definitely one place we can go. We can talk about that little teeny question.
If you haven’t gone through the survey yet, click the button below. We still wanna hear from you, and I won’t close the survey until later tonight.
I just called my mom (11:11am this morning) and asked her what I wanted to be when I grew up. I seriously don’t remember.
She said I wanted to be an Artist. When I thought about it, I wasn’t surprised. She was right. I remember everyone around me expecting me to get a college degree in Visual Arts, even though I decided to go into Sociology. I remember wanting to become a Christian Counselor. I remember pursuing that direction for my life.
So here I sit. Having dropped out of the seminary’s Christian Counseling degree two years ago. And what is it that I’m burning to do? I’m still creating. Now I create music instead of art. But, it all comes from the same part of me.
Here I sit, wanting to get paid to make stuff. Dreaming of being a professional song writer. Thinking about the impossibilities of going back to school for a graphic arts degree. Wondering if anyone will ever even want one of my songs. Bracing to live life like all the other “starving artists” who would rather live off nothing to create all day.
I’d rather “starve” than not create - live off less so I have time to do more. I’m realizing that I wish I did what everyone (including my mom) encouraged me to do. I wish I got that Visual Arts degree back then. At least I might be paid for creating, instead of “starving” because I do.
At the end of the day, this I know: It’s not about the money. It’s about being “me.” At 30 years old, I’m still “me” - the little girl I was back then, wanting to create stuff. I’m just trying to figure out when and why I decided I shouldn’t be… me.
What about you? What about those of you who answered that question in the post below? Why not? Why didn’t you become a firefighter or truck driver or dancer or pom-pom girl? What happened?
PS: We’re not starving. I use this term loosely… Figuratively.
I just finished writing out my comment on the “let’s play favorites” post… Wondering why I ask random blog questions and then face the ramifications of having to answer them!
Wearing my favorite shirt today.
I slept late this morning. 9am is really really late for me. Drew and I were up talking last night, again, about our future… Instead of knocking possibilities off our list, we’ve added two more. Now we have like 6 possibilities. Some that we are really excited about. Some that only one is excited about. Some that neither are excited about… But they are all on the list right now.
Wishing we could just flip a coin and make this decision.
It’s been rainy and “warm-ish” for the past few days.
I’m hoping to go to Starbucks today, drag my computer away from wi-fi to work through some of my songs. I’m doing a ton of re-writing because, well… (can you keep a secret?) I’m seriously considering recording a new Album in the next little while. But need to re-work some stuff first.
The leaves outside are still changing colors. Still… wow.
I put my tiny bit of hair in a pony tail this morning, and Drew said: “did your pony tail pop out?” I said “What?!” He laughed and said, “Did your pony tail pop out? It’s so short that if you think too hard, it might pop out…” Then he left for the library. Then I took it out of a ponytail, just to be safe. Don’t wanna embarrass myself in StBux today.
I have yet to figure out how to properly type out dialogs (see paragraph above) and I’m too lazy to figure it out today.
Ok.
That’s me. What about you?
Write Now. Or come back later and Write Then. Or Write Both!
Answer all. Answer some. Answer none. Whatever you wanna do… No rules here. Just a fun way to get to know one another. (guess that means if you don’t answer, we won’t get to know you - HI LURKER READERS! )
OH!!! AND!!!! I know that some of you don’t like this sort of thing. So I give you permission to list your top three’s, instead of picking just one… Will that work?
If you weren’t around last spring, you missed the month or so where Tam and I picked on each other relentlessly… For the record, we love each other. We do. Really.
