tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850273.post6717870327351855689..comments2023-12-16T02:55:15.723-08:00Comments on This n That: Stuck on Repeatalienbodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947554046117906104noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850273.post-57648781358525631902012-08-12T21:30:11.886-07:002012-08-12T21:30:11.886-07:00I think this is a vein of thought that runs throug...I think this is a vein of thought that runs through so many, regardless of employment. I admire those that do walk away, who have such a clear definition in their minds as to what their path looks like and how it should be traveled. There is, indeed, a skill to it. If the idea is good, if it is viable and you are a voice that people want to listen to (I'm saying it is), then go for it. But hedge your bets and don't give up that day job too soon! alienbodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16553792913801374123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850273.post-47052456519058355902012-08-12T18:21:07.646-07:002012-08-12T18:21:07.646-07:00I *have* a job and I feel the same way. It's ...I *have* a job and I feel the same way. It's a good job, too, and I make good money and all the benefits blah blah, but I feel just as stuck. I don't love it. But it would be irresponsible to walk away (not to mention impossible right now). But is that just an excuse? Am I too scared to really put my heart behind the writing thing? Fear of failure?<br /><br />I've dabbled in writing for years and I know I can do more. Maybe I think because I love it that it can't possibly be "my thing", but that's bullshit, ya know? That just makes it MORE my thing. But I gotta figure out a way to get serious about pursuing it now, regardless of my other hindering things (like the job). <br /><br />I get all angsty about this one too... er, Mary. Stella. Angela. Um, I don't know your name, and I feel a little weird calling you Alienbody. Do you mind if I call you Jenny? Lori? Or pick one: Sabrina, Jill, or Kelly.JustLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11696261661820445271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850273.post-89509110297674482352012-07-16T18:17:06.383-07:002012-07-16T18:17:06.383-07:00That exact feeling is what finally spurred me to q...That exact feeling is what finally spurred me to quit that job and start my etsy shop!! Where I was I felt trapped. Like a car stuck in cul-de-sac; just going around and around and around but never really going anywhere! Am I a big success? No. Am I a happier woman? YES! However, I am still seeking that driving passion to show me what to be when I grow up.Beckeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06655479298425387161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850273.post-16623810497225023552012-07-16T13:12:45.214-07:002012-07-16T13:12:45.214-07:00I have a very comfy couch AND the ocean is calling...I have a very comfy couch AND the ocean is calling us. Hurry!alienbodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16553792913801374123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850273.post-57900672462616407252012-07-16T13:03:26.568-07:002012-07-16T13:03:26.568-07:00I understand. I, too, seem to lack the "pass...I understand. I, too, seem to lack the "passion" gene. I have some enthusiasms, some yippee, some grand moments of hilarity and joy, but no driving passion. I lack the ability to dream, to answer the question of "What do you want to do when you grow up?" Lest this be all about me, I mostly wanted to say that though I am not a hugger, kisser, or snuggler, I do want to sit close by you on the couch and drink coffee while we stare out the window and finally muster up the energy to go out for a drive, to find a rock, to sit and stare at the ocean for awhile. <3 <br /><br />A. for An ocean is calling meAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com