Even the smallest of things has to start somewhere
If I'm going to get into having a blog I have to start somewhere.... heres as good as any other somewhere.
The whole point of this site and its blog is to attempt to save me from the boringly mundane monotomy of my job and to a lesser extent my life.
Like many people I have job which has nothing in common with what I enjoy. I have a passion for most things creative, I don't neccessarily have the skills to turn this passion into anything worthy of praise, but i do have a passion that is boiling rapidly and threatening to escape the pot. This lack of technical skill together with the artists curse of lack of self worth, confidence and esteem (the traits that turned me to artistic expression in the first place) leaves me working in a call centre for a corporate giant which stands for everything that i despise.
I have never wanted to be materialistic, and actually work very hard to avoid being materialistic. There are much more important things in life than simply owning objects. I have always thought of corporations as the devil, but now my exsistence os paid for with funds from one of the worlds biggest corporations. This has been causing me to re-assess and consider where i am at and where i am headed emotionally, morally, spiritually, and financially.
I was hit hard by the thought that 10 years ago I wanted to chage the world, the 16 yr old me with my strong opinions and my anti corporate angst ridden philosophy, would be completely appalled at who or rather what I have become. This is causing me to question where I am and where i want to head. I am having what I guess could be called an existential dillema.
Watch this space to watch my life unfolding - or rather unravelling as i question my life and my boring mundane job.!
The whole point of this site and its blog is to attempt to save me from the boringly mundane monotomy of my job and to a lesser extent my life.
Like many people I have job which has nothing in common with what I enjoy. I have a passion for most things creative, I don't neccessarily have the skills to turn this passion into anything worthy of praise, but i do have a passion that is boiling rapidly and threatening to escape the pot. This lack of technical skill together with the artists curse of lack of self worth, confidence and esteem (the traits that turned me to artistic expression in the first place) leaves me working in a call centre for a corporate giant which stands for everything that i despise.
I have never wanted to be materialistic, and actually work very hard to avoid being materialistic. There are much more important things in life than simply owning objects. I have always thought of corporations as the devil, but now my exsistence os paid for with funds from one of the worlds biggest corporations. This has been causing me to re-assess and consider where i am at and where i am headed emotionally, morally, spiritually, and financially.
I was hit hard by the thought that 10 years ago I wanted to chage the world, the 16 yr old me with my strong opinions and my anti corporate angst ridden philosophy, would be completely appalled at who or rather what I have become. This is causing me to question where I am and where i want to head. I am having what I guess could be called an existential dillema.
Watch this space to watch my life unfolding - or rather unravelling as i question my life and my boring mundane job.!
posted by Violet at 5:06 PM
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