Do our titles and our jobs define us?

I recently heard someone say in regards to unemployment, joblessness, deficit, recession and all the other worldly problems as of late, that we [humans, Americans, etc] are defined by our titles and jobs. She thought of this positively and expressed this definition as a need, therefore this is why unemployment is such a devastating situation.

But is this statement really true? Let’s take my blog title for example: Confessions of a College Graduate. Does anyone really care that I graduated from ASU? Does graduation from university really make me entitled or even knowledgeable to speak on any means? Is a college graduate who I am as a person? Is that what really defines my lifestyle, my way of thinking, what I eat, wear, drink? Does anyone even care?

I find this statement to be a false positive. Meaning:

1. In medicine or science: an erroneous test result: the result of a medical, chemical or biological test that appears to be positive but is in fact erroneous;
2. Incorrect profile match: a situation in which data about a person produces an incorrect match against a checklist, e.g. when a passenger profile is matched against a list of suspected terrorists;

Or when someone assumes a fact based on my blog title, job title or career.

Does it really matter if you go to school, spend endless amounts of cash to get an education, study things like philosophy, English and romantics, and get a fancy sheet of paper called a diploma? You still won’t be able to get a job, do what you love, live easy, speak your mind, protest wrong doing. Paper still burns when torched. Lives remain the same after university. Don’t assume anything based on the title of this blog. I’m just another person searching to be heard. Read on . . . .

New tune tuesday.

Dedicated to the Miss Megan!

Dear Miss Megan!

Three weeks ago, I wrote you a letter, but it never got to you. I put two US stamps on it and put it in the mail, a few days later it came back to me. Yesterday you called me. I didn’t get your voicemail until hours later, but it made me smile and miss you. Thank you for calling me!

 
My favorite memories are of all my wonderful friends and the time we spent together in Boone. See you all in a few weeks! Megan - we'll skype you!

Searching for Body Parts and Careers

I have a interview next week! It is in the same place that I painted the picture above. The thought of moving back there scares me, but at least I am no longer a skeleton. I have found something to attach to my bones. To hold my heart (and tears) inside.

SOMEWHERE TO DISAPPEAR

"it's not really about running away,

it's about the desire to run away."

I am thrilled to be writing these words: I love my job!

But don’t worry I’m sure by this time next week, or even by Friday I will be back to my normal job complaints.

But for now, it’s a pretty good job to have. I spent all last week on the coast of North Carolina. We started in the north and worked our way south. We went on wild horse rides, ate pounds of fresh local seafood, climbed the biggest moving sand dune on the east coast, saw more wild ponies, climbed lighthouses, and stuck my feet in the sand, all in a day’s work. So yes, as of last week I can’t complain.

Here’s a little video from my excursion:

Don't worry I don't have a fever or anything. I'm just drunk from my work-cation.

COFFEE DREAMS

I miss being able to make myself coffee everyday. Silk mixed with a small amount of dark chocolate syrup and steamed to perfection poured over the most beautiful toffee colored crème. Or the days of iced coffee black or with cream depending on how strong I feel for the day. And small Dixie cups of frozen coffee slushies topped with homemade whipped cream. Or simply just the whipped cream itself, chocolate or vanilla, or both.

You know what else I miss. . . writing.