I'm a writer.
I'm pretty much an idiot when it comes to communicating verbally. I talk too fast. I slur my words. I think faster than I can talk. It's amazing that more people don't think I'm consistently drunk. (Maybe they do.)
However, give me a notebook and a pen and you'd think I was the most eloquent person since Churchill.
So being a writer, and graduating with a degree in English and a desire to join the world of written media, you'd think I'd have a blog.
After being told by professors, older classmates, younger classmates, professionals, my parents, my friends, and fellow coworkers that I should have a blog, you'd think I'd have a blog.
After applying for countless blogger jobs that ask for blogging experience, you'd think I'd have a blog.
I don't like people telling me what to do. I hate hearing the same thing over and over again more. So here it finally is.
My blog: Stuck In The Waiting Place.
The name lends itself from the late, great Dr. Seuss's book 'Oh The Places You'll Go!'
If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it.
Fun fact!: Although Dr. Seuss is known for writing children's books, 'Oh The Places You'll Go!' was written for graduates.
In 'Oh The Places You'll Go!', the narrator discusses how you're on the beginning of your journey. You're ready to go. The world is your oyster and you're going to be the best at whatever you want to do! It's very uplifting and beautiful. It is incredibly motivating. Until you get to The Waiting Place.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the email to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
I have been in The Waiting Place, since May 17, 2009: the day I graduated college. Since then I have held a variety of jobs from data entry clerk to telemarketer (that was only for 3 hellish days). On September 1, 2009, I was laid off from my boring yet lucrative data entry clerk position. Due to an unfortunate series of events, I have been unemployed from then until this Tuesday, when I was offered a full time position writing, researching, and "social media-ing" for Winkleman Public Relations.
Finally, my ticket out of The Waiting Place!
At least, I hope so. To be perfectly frank, I just won't make enough money to be able to move out of my parents house. I won't have health insurance. And even though I finally have a full time job, I'm not free from waiting.
To add to the pain of being a graduate living at home (i.e asking my mom for spending money and fighting my 17 year old brother for the car) I fell head over heels in love while away at school. Fortunately, he lives only an hour and a half away. Unfortunately, that's still too far for me.
Being in a long distance relationship is in essence, like being single. Your phone bill is huge, you never have a date on Friday nights, and you have to kill your own spiders. Except while doing all your single woman activities, you miss someone constantly. It's not fun at all. If you can avoid it, I highly recommend it.
That's another blog post entirely. The point is, I'm waiting for that too. I guess life is a series of Waiting Places.
You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed? Yes! You will indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
I'm holding you to that, Seuss.
