Thinking About...
Read this blog post a couple days ago. What would I do differently? It's strange that I hear the echo of my own mother's regrets in the first response that springs to mind: I would've finished college.
Mom would've gone to medical school, but she decided to get married and have children instead. I went to a few semesters of college, part time. If I went back now, and all my previous credits counted, I'd be almost a sophomore. My reasons for not finishing were various. It wasn't because of getting married, and I have no children.
It's hard, increasingly hard, not to think of myself as lacking, somehow. No degree, no children. No real measurable contribution. I'm pretty much at the same place I was a year ago when I wrote in my journal about not really having a path to follow. That was before I got the job at The Scrapbook Zone and thought that it would somehow be the springboard into my life's profession.
Not so much.
It sounds like I'm complaining, and I shouldn't. Don't want to. I know that I have a good life. I say that so much. So many times, I chide myself for feeling this deep sense of emptiness, meaninglessness. Old, circular questions stack up, and I plow through them again. No new answers. No real answers at all.
If I could do it over, I'd go to college and major in journalism and get a job writing. I could do this now, but it almost seems like I'd be grasping at straws. Or perhaps that is just my own muddled mind getting in my way.
Totally digging...
The atheism message boards at Beliefnet. Such interesting discussions, and the people there make me laugh. Some are very good at expressing themselves. Others, not so much. That's how it is in any group of people.
Yay, Me!
Having photos organized really inspires me to work on actual scrapbook pages. Totally psyched about the progress I'm making on the 2007 books. Volume one, which goes through June, is done, and I'm well into September, now. Lots of pages to do for the pictures I took of the Renaissance Festival last year, but I've got them all cropped and organized. Just a matter of getting them onto designed pages.
Sometimes, I think I could scrapbook all night long...
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