Do you remember what it was like to feel really passionate about your work (or what we wish we could do for work)? That spark that caught when you first did something that clicked in your brain? You just didn't care how long it took to get it done because it was something that engaged you...
I've felt that spark several times. When I was 13, my parents both worked in a small country hospital. I loved everything about the medical field. I loved that they were working for something so very important. I loved the investigative side...I imagined myself as a biomedical researcher or simply a pediatrician. Getting older (and several med-level chem classes later), I realized that medicine was something I COULD be very good at, but it would be almost to the exclusion of everything else. I wanted a LIFE, a family...other stuff in addition. I give the people going into the medical field so much respect, it is a long road.
Then, I discovered graphic design. Specifically, computer supported graphic design. This was back when Macs were the only possible way to SLOWLY design something, and the internet was in basic beta mode. My degree is in advertising, and it seemed liked such a fun thing. I have made a career of graphic design, and it still makes me happy to move the pixels around until they look "just right". When everything clicks together and it lines up, and the colors go, and wheeee....love it still.
When I started putting together a home, I started learning about interior design. I read (and still read) every magazine and book I could get on the subject. I find it facinating how many different styles exist, and how it can be put together to create a warm, inviting, peaceful home.
When I am feeling frustrated and bored, I am trying to evaluate how I can get back to those "sparks"...if that means creatively, personally, or spiritually...
Where do you find the sparks?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
I'm in Memphis, TN waiting on my new niece hand and foot, and loving every minute of it. She is the most adorable little girl, and has stolen all of our hearts. She has 3 adults running around to make sure that she stays happy. But, as I tell my sister, she and the baby are only about half as much work as 1 toddler (and I have 2 with another baby on the way).
I'm feeling okay sometimes, sometimes not okay. I've enjoyed being here so much, but I miss my little stinkers so much. My daughter said that it would be good if I came home tomorrow, so maybe they miss me a little.
My new little bean is growing well, I can hear it's little heartbeat every night, so that makes me feel a little more secure.
I will be flying home tomorrow, hopefully we dont have the turbulence that we had last time on the way down. It made me S-I-C-K. Here is to a better flight.
Posted by AWS at 6:35 PM