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I’m standing at what I think is called a cafe table, typing this post on my laptop.  I’m  at this table because I need to stand up. I’ve been sitting too long today. There’s evidence that people who sit a lot are less healthy, and die sooner than those who spend most of their days upright and moving. See this Mayo Clinic article. I wasn’t sure what to write today, but I felt it was important to write something.

I poured myself the day’s  third cup of coffee, logged onto the old blog, and fired up a new post. Then I looked at the screen and thought about what I wanted to say. I thought about the wave of negativity  that washed over me this morning. I thought about the winter weather that came on the second day of spring. I thought about the emotional tingling I experienced when listening to the Les Miserable soundtrack earlier today. Then I typed the words That’s right.

Why were my hands compelled to type those words? What exactly was right? Is my unconscious telling me that everything is okay and that I shouldn’t worry? Is there even such thing as the unconscious mind, or was Freud just full of it? I considered making this post purely visual. I thought I’d illustrate some idea or the other using PowerPoint. I’ll do that sometime, but not today. Today I’m just writing for writing’s sake.

Yesterday I thought of vlog idea. I’d call it Fives, or 5s, or My Five, or something like that. I could just turn on the camera and talk about five things. Five things I learned today, five animals I really like, my five favorite foods, yadda yadda. It might be an idea worth developing.

Here’s a visual, so something shows up when this gets posted to Facebook.

Stand up and be counted

My Thing

I confess; I’m not good at commitment.

I shouldn’t say that.  I am committed to my husband. In the past, I questioned the concept of monogamy, but now I believe that it’s the way to go. Who has time for 3 boyfriends? I barely have time for myself.

This post is not about my marriage. It’s about my career (or lack of one). For the last several months, I toyed with the idea of becoming an Instructional Designer. I would get a masters degree, become a thought leader, get a job in the field-the whole nine yards. I started collecting information about eLearning, education, learning styles, etc.  But as I consumed all of this information I began to realize that while I’m interested in Instructional Design and its related topics, I don’t think I can make it “my thing.”   I don’t think it’s meant to be.

Don’t get me wrong, I really like making instructional videos. In fact, I’m currently working on converting the materials from a 3-hour instructor-led Photoshop workshop to a multi-part video course. I’m breaking the workshop into several small parts that people will be able to consume on their own, at their own pace. This is a proof-of-concept project, so I’m hoping the bosses will like it and want more of the same. I’m good at this stuff, but that’s not all I want to do.

I’m fairly certain that I like to write. It’s so hard, but I’m compelled to do it. I think I’d like to write fiction, but it seems like the hardest type of writing there is. I’m sporadically working on a short story. I’ll open up the file, add a couple hundred words, and then not get back to it for a month or two. I’ll think about, but I won’t write. Am I scared of failure?  Could it be that I’m lazy? It’s probably a little bit of both.

What I’m getting to here is this: Blogging about my various interests is the thing I’m supposed to do. I am a dabbler, and I’m going to write about my dabbles. I can inform, educate, entertain, and inspire my readers.

Maybe it’s a hobby. Maybe it’s something I can do for a living. I don’t know. What I do know is that it feels right. It feels like “my thing!”

Clouds in blue sky

Could it be that the sky is the limit?

Under a rock

I would like to crawl under a rock and come back out when everything has changed. I have been working on a project for months and it seems like it should be drawing to a close, but it won’t end. It won’t end because I chose to use Adobe Captivate 6 to make my training/demonstration videos for the newly initiated business intelligence system here at good old Indiana University. Captivate 6 is very buggy as it turns out. I would like to move on to my next project, but I keep getting pulled back in to the other one.

I need a big rock to crawl under where I can watch the season of Doctor Who that isn’t on Netlix yet. I need the Doctor himself to show up and take me away in the TARDIS. I know I’d be a good companion.

I want do whatever it is I want to do, whenever I want. Life is a lot of hard work, and I’m feeling pretty lazy.

My negative sentiment for today…


Mini Breakdown and the Higgs Boson

Before you get too excited, I’ll let you know that I won’t be talking to much about the recent Higgs Boson news. This post is more about my job search.

I’m sitting in the living room. Sadie is with me on the couch. OJ is on the floor where he usually is when we’re in the living room. If he decides he wants to come over and be closer to me, Sadie will chases him back to his spot. She’s a little jealous.

I had a mini breakdown the other night. I was in bed thinking about the  three jobs I’ve applied for. I felt confident when I spruced up my resume and wrote my cover letters. When you take stock of yourself like that, you realize you’ve got a lot more going for you than  what you’ve given yourself credit for. That night I had lost my confidence. I had myself a good little cry. Everybody needs a good cry from time to time.

Today I applied for a job that involves coordinating projects.  I remembered my experience producing performances for the dance company I used to belong to. That was project management,  so I mentioned it in my cover letter. I’ve got some experience under my belt that I forget about in those moments when I’m feeling sorry for myself. I have to keep remembering that the universe has always taken care of me and it always will. It’s never failed me.

In Physics news

They think they’ve found the “God Particle.”  I can’t intelligently discuss it so I’ll point to an article about it. This existence of ours  (if we do in fact exist), is amazing isn’t it?


The birds were singing today, loudly and gleefully. Spring is  next week. It’s going to snow tomorrow, but spring is next week! I just might make it out of this cold dark winter.

A drowsy OJ

A drowsy OJ

Sleepy Sadie

Sleepy Sadie


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