I am afraid I learned to really like learning a little too late. During my formal education years, I was much more concerned with silly things like pleasing others, confusing a syllabus for a road map to success, and being physically present while spiritually absent. These things helped me graduate college, but I was ill-equipped for post-grad life, and frankly, a lot unsure of what I truly wanted to do with my only life. Right now I don’t really have any more answers than I did the day after graduation, but I’m doing my homework on some of the new and better questions to ask myself about WHY I am doing something. Since then, my journey has taken me to some wonderful places, fascinating people, and fabulous opportunities to put this theory into practice.
My first job was at a school. An elementary school centered around this one very simple idea: If everyone learns in her own way, why are we trying to teach everyone the same way? It’s such a painfully honest concept; I’m almost ashamed to think about how it’s rarely been considered in the past. And since I knew nothing about having a “real” job, I decided I would abide by two simple principles in my work in the school’s marketing, enrollment, and summer programs:
- I would never continue doing something simply because “It’s the way its always been done.”
- Time and effort are never good enough excuses for not helping in any way you can. (Now, please take this in moderation, I worked a lot, but I didn’t sacrifice other meaningful parts of my life (family, friendships, and opportunities to become a better person.)
These principles allowed me to take ownership in the work I was doing, and it also allowed me to pursue work I thought was worth doing. One of the school’s goals was to help students become advocates for their educations, and to also create within them a passion and love for learning. You see, subject matter becomes unimportant if we are both enjoying the process, and finding it purposeful. Those two concepts are best friends actually.
Then I moved and I became jobless. I prepared for this change in lifestyle, but I hadn’t really prepped my soul to pursue meaningful work without the attachment to a job. Where’s the meaning now that I’m not working for anyone? For anything? For any real sense of purpose? It’s been hard, and I’ve had to talk myself off a pessimistic cliff at least once a week for nearly three months. I’m finally getting to a place where my identity is being defined by who I am, rather than what I do.
So, I have decided to do new things. And I’m going to showcase them here. For the Internet to see. Because a creative life is really based on a love for learning and the opportunities to learn more about what’s inside the creator. I’m still following the aforementioned two principles, so bear with me. This journey resembles more of a forty-eight state roadtrip than a jet plane to paradise. But that’s what makes it interested and RADventurous.
So, my next post will be a presentation of my first new challenge: HAND LETTERING