Monday, November 21, 2011

Monday Musing: Donuts on the Mind

Originally published at Absentminded Author, v2.

Life2.0 has been full of interesting twists and turns. The latest is my Christmas stint at Bigbox Bullseye, which starts tomorrow. It's not glamorous, but it will help me update my job history with something contemporary while I rethink my options. Oh, and it will help me pay bills and buy boxes of Christmas cheer, something to be smiled upon, I'm sure.

And now that “Get a job. Just any job.” has been checked off of my list, I can move onto the next item: School or not? I decided “not” for now. It needs to be a means to an end, not the end itself. After that was “Art or not?”, but that one may have to wait.

You see, now that my ticking disorder has subsided, I'm feeling the urge to draw again. Unfortunately, the years of ticking damaged my skill. I would need to retrain to get my skill back to a professional level. So deciding to pursue illustration is not an easy decision. Is it something I really want to do, or is it just a distraction? Don't I want to write? Can I do both? Considering I have ADHD, doing two goals at a time may not be possible unless I'm laser focused and full of energy.

Now that I have a job to replace the one I lost last October, I can relax a bit and direct my attention to the bigger picture. Any goal I pick should be my main goal. It should be my life. Otherwise, it might as well be a hobby if I'm not going to pursue it seriously. Whatever I decide to do will determine the path I should follow. I need to ignore the urge to go back and right the wrongs of my life by completing the things I never finished. That is polluted water flowing under a very worn out bridge. What is more important is deciding what would make me happy going forward, then tailoring my life to make that possible.

So much to decide. And that is actually rather exciting.

Today's writing exercise is a quickie. Take a look at the picture and write three sentences about what is going through the mind of the person looking the donuts over.

The donuts looked like they had recently escaped an oil change in somebody's garage, but the Boston Creme called out and said "Pick me! I have a date with your waist." Cal found himself weakening despite the filth and grime. Was that anti-freeze by the cruellers?

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