Sunday, January 9, 2011

Day 9: My dream jobs (professional organizer is not one of them)

Significant Moment of the Day: I organized my life!!!... well my room. sort of.

It took me the length of 3 movies and then some to do... but I made serious progress at de-cluttering my room. There are 2 bags of trash and about 2 garbage bags of things to give away in my hall...not to mention about a pound of laundry and miscellaneous dishes I have thieved over the past three weeks. So really it doesn't  look like a newly cleaned and organized space at the moment... but my room , drawers and bins are significantly less full of useless stuff...or at least better organized. For those who have experienced my room... don't worry its still jam packed with stuff... there's just less of it to the trained eye. On the other hand, there's also about 2 inches of dust i reckon in my lungs since every time I cough I see some sort of puff. Just kidding. But seriously I just coughed like an emphysemic 80 year old.

On a happy note, the author I had emailed my contest design to, responded and loved it! To be fair, it probably wasn't the actual author but one of her assistants. But still cool. SOMEONE liked it! May the odds be ever in my favor (reference?) when the designs are up to vote tomorrow.

 Comment of the Day: My dream jobs after college

As a junior in college. There are definitely days that I get anxious about life after graduation. For those of you who don't know me well, I tend to freak myself out about how i want to spend the rest of my life.

One of my career paths is to be a recreational therapist (specializing in art). I would really like to work with children who are stuck in a hospital/hospice setting. Many people have asked me why I would want to work in such a depressing setting? Well, here's the answer. Imagine you have cancer. Then imagine you are 8 years old again, and that your treatment will inhibit you from running outside, lazing on a summer afternoon, playing games with your friends, or meeting new people. Imagine you have to spend every single day of your summer vacation in a hospital bed. That is why I want to be a recreational therapist. I want to reach out and help kids everyday who are going through something most of their friends or classmates don't understand.  I want to give them the opportunity to feel like real kids having fun and not kids with cancer.

This is a prime example of a recreational therapist doing their job right.

On a similar scale, I also think I would like to be a History or an Art high school teacher. I love teaching people new things, as well as learning. I really enjoy working with students, and it would be awesome to pass my passion in either one of these fields to others.

I would also love to work in publishing. I love to read, and I think it would be so fun to be an editor, or review things. Or if i could design book covers for a living. Not gonna lie...I judge books by their covers. Not metaphorically. Actual books. Generally, I will spend an extra money on a book if one edition is prettier or more visually appealing than another. Therefore, the more covers I could design...the less I would have to spend on spiffy book editions.

Although it doesn't seem likely, I would love to work as a travel photographer. It would combine two of my favorite hobbies. I love capturing beautiful images, and it would be amazing to travel the world with the goal of doing just that.

When it all comes down to it, I don't know which one of these paths I will take in the future. Maybe that's part of the fun. Its scary as hell right now though. Hence, the anxiety. Knowing me, I won't stay on one path. I tend to wander.

But not all who wander are lost, right?

Hopefully I won't wander into one of these jobs.

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