(Last time I published when I didn't mean to. This time I thought I published when I didn't. This one was supposed to go up on Friday, then I forgot all about it! I hope this isn't the beginning of a trend.)
Once again the stove top is covered with pots simmering away. Actually, they're boiling away. I wish I could say I'm cooking something good, but unfortunately it's only water. Our district is under a boil water advisory after e-coli was found in our water supply. YUCK!
The notice to boil water was issued yesterday, but I didn't hear about it until this morning when Hubby called from work to let me know. Ewww! Ewww! Ewww! Now I'm regretting that huge green smoothie I made, and the 2 litres of water I drank, and the beautiful cup of green/goji tea I had, and brushing my teeth, and so on, and so on, and so on. I'm imagining imminent tummy rumblies and a weekend strapped to the toilet. I'm hoping the good things I ate yesterday will counteract the any nasties I may have consumed in the my water.
(It's Monday morning now. So far good health reigns. We should know by noon whether the water is once again potable. I hope so. I don't really mind having to boil our water; it's the space the containers of boiled water consume that's beginning to wear thin. My cluttered kitchen feels wildly crowded with these additions. I'm looking forward to returning to a customary level of chaos soon.)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Unintentional Intentions?
(Joke's on me. I wasn't sure I was going to publish this one, but I accidentally hit "publish" instead of "preview". I'm going to let it stand. Thoughts are incomplete, and I haven't finished proofreading, so please be nice!)
Yesterday August ended in a watery rush of autumn. Today, though drier, feels like September. The cooler weather allows for use of the stove once again. As I write there are two pots of beans simmering in my kitchen: one pinto, one garbanzo. Other than the occasional stirring, I'm determined to spend the next couple of hours writing.
Those of you who read here regularly will have noticed some lengthy absences. The current one has lasted about 10 days. The previous one lasted 4 months. Today it's taking all my resolve to keep that from happening again. It's silly really. I like writing. I feel better when I write. I even have things I want to tell you about. It's just that once I've been away for I few days I have a hard time getting back to it. I start to forget how good I feel when I write, and once that happens it's easy for the inner critic to sneak in and sabotage my good intentions.
(I started to list things my evil, sneaky, seductive inner critic uses to thwart me. I've deleted that list. I'm guessing you have your own inner critic, and I don't want to give it any ideas to use against you.)
Sooooo. What will I write about instead? I had ideas this morning, and I still generally remember those ideas, but I can't recall the words I used to express those ideas, and my new words just don't seem as good as the old words... Sounds like the voice of an inner critic, doesn't it?
Why don't I tell you what brought me back here after my 4 month disappearance? I'd tell you what took me away for 4 months, but it would take far too long. Besides, I still haven't quite figured out what happened myself. What brought me back was quite easy in comparison. It was a cover letter.
Usually I hate writing cover letters. I feel like a phony trying to twist my experiences into the qualifications the employer is looking for. Not pleasant.
At the beginning of August I saw a job posting that interested me. It was for a part-time, temporary job in completely different field. In fact, it was a food-related job. How could I resist?
The ad was quirky, so I responded in kind. I responded as myself rather than as some imaginary perfect employee. Surprisingly, I had fun writing my cover letter, and I haven't had fun writing a cover letter in years. The last time was when I applied for a job I was in no way qualified for. I didn't know where to begin, so I pretended to be Neil Gaiman and responded to the ad as I thought he might respond to it. I had a riot writing that letter, but I didn't get the job. Sadly, I didn't get this job either.
Truthfully, I'm not too concerned about it. I do have a job, so the bills are getting paid, and ultimately some good came out of my unsuccessful application. The process brought me back to my writing. That writing a cover letter was inspiring still astonishes me, but I'll take inspiration where I can get it. I also learned a bit about finding an employer that values me for me, though I'm still working my way through that one. The idea contradicts just about everything I've internalized about job hunting, employment and employers.
To make things more confusing is my response to a job I applied for last week. This posting was for a job in my current field. I put together a routine cover letter in a matter of minutes. The process bored me, and left me feeling discouraged. Do you suppose I should take it as a sign that my current break from writing coincides exactly with the the sending of that application? That same act can inspire in one situation and impede in another is bewildering.
(There was going to be a clever summing up here, but I hadn't thought of it yet when I accidentally published, so I'm going to let myself off the hook. If you have a clever conclusion let me know. I think I'm going to need some help with this one anyway.)
Yesterday August ended in a watery rush of autumn. Today, though drier, feels like September. The cooler weather allows for use of the stove once again. As I write there are two pots of beans simmering in my kitchen: one pinto, one garbanzo. Other than the occasional stirring, I'm determined to spend the next couple of hours writing.
Those of you who read here regularly will have noticed some lengthy absences. The current one has lasted about 10 days. The previous one lasted 4 months. Today it's taking all my resolve to keep that from happening again. It's silly really. I like writing. I feel better when I write. I even have things I want to tell you about. It's just that once I've been away for I few days I have a hard time getting back to it. I start to forget how good I feel when I write, and once that happens it's easy for the inner critic to sneak in and sabotage my good intentions.
(I started to list things my evil, sneaky, seductive inner critic uses to thwart me. I've deleted that list. I'm guessing you have your own inner critic, and I don't want to give it any ideas to use against you.)
Sooooo. What will I write about instead? I had ideas this morning, and I still generally remember those ideas, but I can't recall the words I used to express those ideas, and my new words just don't seem as good as the old words... Sounds like the voice of an inner critic, doesn't it?
Why don't I tell you what brought me back here after my 4 month disappearance? I'd tell you what took me away for 4 months, but it would take far too long. Besides, I still haven't quite figured out what happened myself. What brought me back was quite easy in comparison. It was a cover letter.
Usually I hate writing cover letters. I feel like a phony trying to twist my experiences into the qualifications the employer is looking for. Not pleasant.
At the beginning of August I saw a job posting that interested me. It was for a part-time, temporary job in completely different field. In fact, it was a food-related job. How could I resist?
The ad was quirky, so I responded in kind. I responded as myself rather than as some imaginary perfect employee. Surprisingly, I had fun writing my cover letter, and I haven't had fun writing a cover letter in years. The last time was when I applied for a job I was in no way qualified for. I didn't know where to begin, so I pretended to be Neil Gaiman and responded to the ad as I thought he might respond to it. I had a riot writing that letter, but I didn't get the job. Sadly, I didn't get this job either.
Truthfully, I'm not too concerned about it. I do have a job, so the bills are getting paid, and ultimately some good came out of my unsuccessful application. The process brought me back to my writing. That writing a cover letter was inspiring still astonishes me, but I'll take inspiration where I can get it. I also learned a bit about finding an employer that values me for me, though I'm still working my way through that one. The idea contradicts just about everything I've internalized about job hunting, employment and employers.
To make things more confusing is my response to a job I applied for last week. This posting was for a job in my current field. I put together a routine cover letter in a matter of minutes. The process bored me, and left me feeling discouraged. Do you suppose I should take it as a sign that my current break from writing coincides exactly with the the sending of that application? That same act can inspire in one situation and impede in another is bewildering.
(There was going to be a clever summing up here, but I hadn't thought of it yet when I accidentally published, so I'm going to let myself off the hook. If you have a clever conclusion let me know. I think I'm going to need some help with this one anyway.)
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