What do I want to be when I grow up?
Movable Type
I’ve been wondering about that all my life. Of course I don’t have the answer. Or, most likely, didn’t recognize it and walked away. Hmmm, seems like my MO.
Last weekend was my 25th high school reunion. Yeah, I guess I’m admitting my age, but it was great seeing everybody again. It brought back so many memories. My parents did not want me to become an artist. They felt that I should get a real job. So in high school I was involved with Journalism. I forgot about all the different English and creative writing courses I took back then. Art was something I did for fun and writing is what I loved to do. I ended up a Graphic Artist and gave up writing. A couple years ago, my son decided to major in Literature. Listening to his dreams of becoming a writer, stirred the writing bug in me again. But can I, should I, start writing again?
Three weeks ago I was laid off, is this a sign? For the last 20 years of my life, I’ve been a designer or production artist. I’m good at what I do and I enjoy working as a production artist. But am I too old for it? I feel ancient around all the young kids in advertising. When I was updating my resume and portfolio, I kept wondering is this really what I want to do? Can I take my time and figure it out? Can I try something new?
So maybe now is the time to take some creative writing classes and maybe a Public Relations class. Of course, there’s always the Letterpress class that I’ve also been wanting to take. Will something spark this time and I’ll actually recognize a great opportunity right in front of me?
Who knows. Anyways, wish me luck and dammit don’t let me spend too much money. I still need to pay my bills, but that severance check can buy lots of fun toys.
