As I was typing mindlessly at work today, while listening to Summertime by one of my all-time favorite alt-rock bands, The Sundays, I realized a few things.
In just 12 months, I will be sailing the freelance ship as what I have carefully planned out over the last year. From then, I will be supporting my family, myself and my art through my freelance gigs and projects. I imagine myself playing the guitar and writing some songs at the garage. Perhaps, that was because I was listening to Harriet Wheeler’s dreamy voice and the ethereal strums of her hubby and guitarist David Gavurin, that sparked that musician thing again. Oh well. I was basically dreaming away, projecting the things I will do when I have all the time to simply create beautiful things. I was also painting at the other room. Wow, me and my dreamy, multi-tasking mind.
Then an email from the management (I’m currently in a dead-end, 9-5 job) popped saying we were to move locations in the coming months, perhaps sooner. This idea spells B.A.D for the person in me wanting to continue to work for the company. But that person wasn’t there anymore. She has moved on. In fact, she’s already in another place dreamy. She’s in the good hands of the eccentric twin sister now.
I also realized that I’m thankful my hubby has become very supportive of my plans. He is stuck in the corporate world, since he is paid well in a job that gives him the right balance – the right challenges to level your skills up, manageable workload, flexible work time, hefty paycheck, among others. Sounds easy, but really, he makes them look easy - he is an ace at his job. But he also has a creative side; we have collaborated and written some songs together (he plays the guitar so well; dimebag as hero). But so far, he hasn’t found yet the perfect thing to do that will give him both the happiness and the security he wants so much to keep. Actually, he values security more. That explains. It’s not that I am not a security junkie, it’s just that happiness weighs more to me… maybe because I am not the man of the house?
All these thoughts reminded me that I should work harder to stick to my plan, strengthen my execution of the preparation (remaining 12 months here in this dead-end zone), and expand my one-year plan after the exit. Maybe even map-out a 5-year plan. Oh geez, I should have one since hubby confirmed we are gonna have a goal-setting date this coming weekend. I gotta finish my boring tasks soonest!
I know my action plans include doing as much art as possible, but it seems this storage bin is rather empty, still. I practiced recently, making fashion illustrations on random sheets. I’d probably make some decent artwork tonight (if my son doesn’t have any urgent stuff for school).
Ta-tah!
