Last week was big. And it’s a long story, and it’s not really one for the internet. The outcome was that from Thursday last week until yesterday, I’ve been lying in front of my TV and watching DVDs while playing mindless games like Solitaire.
But also thinking about my future. As I look for new work, I’ve been considering what that really means to me. I have a lot of skills. I have a lot of talent. I’ve written before about being in the exact situation I’m in right now. And yet, nothing has stuck. I’ve learned a lot, I’ve learned nothing. Have I learned if I’m in the exact same situation?
What is my passion? What does my life need?
Writing has been the consistent thing in my life. Blogging is something I have done for longer than most other things in my life.
Oddly enough, in the past month I’ve had a few different people independently all tell me the same (positive) thing about my skills and suggestions for moving forwards. It has actually freaked me out so much I’ve basically ignored it. But it’s sitting in the back of my mind.
My love of consuming TV shows (on DVD, with commentary) isn’t something I write about much. Mostly because I stay spoiler free and the internet is very spoiler-filled.
I’ve wondered in what way I might use writing in my career & if I should be teaching myself scriptwriting skills. I did take an elective at uni in scriptwriting…I love TV shows…is that an area I should go towards?
But then I think, I can’t do scriptwriting because I can’t write dialogue!
So then I think back further to creative writing in high school – I’m not sure I ever did well on descriptions in those stories either.
And then my brain shut down. What else is there? If I think I can’t write dialogue & I can’t write descriptions then what on earth was ever in any creative writing that I’ve done?
It’s a good thing my office needs cleaning out (again) because I can go and find some old stories to read.
I was thinking yesterday about what advice I would give someone going to uni. I would tell them to study what they’re interested in. Why? Not because I buy that “love what you do and you’ll never work a day in your life” slogan that people love to throw around (everything, even a passion, has good days and bad days – it’s unrealistic to think otherwise) but because doing what you’re interested in makes the harder times easier to stick with. It’s better to be working toward something that will fulfil you rather than something that ticks boxes on a ‘should do’ scale. Believe you me, this isn’t an idealistic conversation. I don’t buy into starving artist and would wholeheartedly say to someone to have a commercial skill. Or something you can fool others into thinking is your ‘real’ career. Because sometimes you’ll have to convince them of that to get a job.
Where is this post going? I don’t know. I’m on a bit of a journey right now to find out how I balance all of the things above in my life.