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My two-dimensioned world.

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I stare at screens all day long.

Computer screens. TV screens. Computer screens. Overhead projector screens. Computer screens. Computer screens.

All two-dimensional.

I’m beginning to wonder if my eyes won’t lose their ability to perceive this three-dimensioned world that lives outside of these screens. If my depth-perception will somehow be skewed and I’ll miss all the layers of life. If I’m becoming “blinded” by all the two-dimensional images that are mere representations of my three-dimensional reality.

There’s gotta be a spiritual lesson in there somewhere.

The two-dimensioned faith.

Somewhere.

But I just can’t see it. I think my spiritual depth-perception is messed up right now, too.

It’s never a good idea…

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It’s never a good idea to…

  • write a blog post when you’re up too late at night, because you might be so desperate for an idea that you start typing about how you’re up late because your husband is still up doing work and you want to be near him, then you might go on and on about how much you love him and are proud and supportive of his efforts to take care of you, and then you might realize you don’t know how to fix the run-on you just created, so you might have to move on to another bullet point that finishes the statement: it’s never a good idea to…
  • “eat turds. Ever. No matter what animal it’s from.”
  • say all those nice things about your husband in the first bullet-point and then ask your husband to help by giving you an idea of how to finish this aforementioned statement.
  • _____[fill in the blank]_____

32: Day is Done

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About a month ago, I was overloaded with work and life, and wrote most of this song in my head on a work-filled Friday. I just found the time to finish it, and it may be one of my favorites so far.

(One thing I’d like to change, is the double usage of “you” – I’ve got two “yous” in this song, which is such a no-no, unless the “you” in the third verse can be the moon as well. But, in my head, that “you” is the listener. Anyway, it’s close enough for now. I’ve already moved on to song #32.)

I thought it’d make your Monday a little brighter.

Lyrics:

Day is done.
Gonna rest my head & watch the sun set.
Gonna leave all my cares to rest
When this day is done.

Day is done.
No more worries. No more race to run.
Just to live and laugh and love someone
when this day is done.

OH MOON WON’T YOU SHINE DOWN ON ME.
OH MOON KEEP ON SMILING FOR ME.

Before tomorrow’s begun
Gonna kick back and have a little fun.
If you see me, you know the night has come
and this long day is done.

Back when I was a telemarketer

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When I was in high school, I worked for large farm in S.E. Georgia, with a pretty decent sized mail/phone-order business. They would mainly sell Vidalia Sweet Onions, but shipped out other stuff as well: cakes, jams, cookbooks, chocolates, pies, cookies, etc.

I took orders by phone. I would occasionally call people up whenever we had a surplus of perishable items, and ask if they wanted to buy another one. (I realized at a very young age that I wasn’t cut-out for telemarketing.)

I once spoke to Frank Sinatra’s personal chef. Richard Simmons also called every year to order a Christmas gift for his mom. I never got to talk to him, though. We never knew who would call next.

I spent my time taking people’s contact info and credit card numbers.

All.

Day.

Long.

Anyway, here’s something I’ll never forget about the job:

  • Visas start with 4
  • Mastercards start with 5
  • Discover cards start with 6. (Mostly 6011_
  • American Express starts with 37

Go ahead. Check.

What’s something random you’ve learned from a job, that you’ll never forget?

So… Why Not?

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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.