. . . I can make it anywhere? Hope so. This year marks the 30th I've been in NYC. Moved here right out of college and began working in the restaurant/hotel business with an eye on becoming a copywriter in advertising. Made the effort, had some interviews, but it didn't happen. Instead, I left for about six months to tend bar in a mountain lodge in Grand Lake, Colorado, then on to Venice Beach, where I worked again as a waiter/short order cook at a restaurant in Marina del Rey. That was all fun, but a detour from my more serious career ambitions. Came back to NYC and was hired by a film/tape storage and distribution company as a "special projects coordinator." Lasted 2 plus years, was fired and launched my freelance career as a writer/photographer. Got my first published articles and photos on that film job and was able to leverage them when seeking out freelance work. Did the writing/photo thing for 13 years and became a published writer in national/trade magazines, travel guides and major daily newspapers. Traveled a lot, had fun and saw a lot of the world. Got bored and sought out the help of a career counsellor, where I did some testing, talking, exploring and ended up in Divinity School (see first post).
Anyway, was feeling a bit despairing and depressed today. Drove back to NYC from RI to make an afternoon therapy appt. Made it by the skin of my teeth after having trouble finding parking, then realizing I'd forgotten my wallet and having to hustle up a dollar from a smoker in a mink coat, shivering outside her office building . I thought she'd be a good bet. "You're in luck," she said, as she dug into her coat pocket and peeled a single off a wad of bills. "Thanks, best thing that happened to me all day," I said. And it was. Got the dollar, fed the meter and made it to my appt. with time to spare. Could it have been the prayer I said when closing in on the time for my appt.?
Therapist thought I might be sitting on my "pity pot." I think he was right. It was good to hash out some of my anger at being in the position I'm in - no work, no relationship, cash flow diminishing - poor me. I've got a lot more to be grateful for and need to remember that and express my gratitude, when I'm feeling that way.
The Sinetar book is helping, in that she's writing about using crisis as an opportunity for invention. Living in the solution. Thinking solutions. She uses one example of the housewife, who went looking for a job and spent a lot of time in waiting rooms prior to being rejected. That same housewife went off and thought about what it is that she could do, since she's been out of the workforce for a while. Aha! Waiting. She started a business, where she waits - for deliveries, mail, etc. -- for people who are too busy to wait themselves. You get the idea. I've already been a "waiter" but I get the process and need to think more expansively about my options.
Well, I'm feeling better now that I've been therapized and had the opportunity to vent here in my blog, and I found a parking space a block away from my apt. I'm blessed. More good news. Checked my email and had a reply from a client I've been trying to track down for a few months now. Seems she may have some consulting work for me, though she's also looking for a full-timer and it's a company, whose business, creativity and integrity I respect. We have a meeting in a couple of days. Will keep you posted.
Anyway, was feeling a bit despairing and depressed today. Drove back to NYC from RI to make an afternoon therapy appt. Made it by the skin of my teeth after having trouble finding parking, then realizing I'd forgotten my wallet and having to hustle up a dollar from a smoker in a mink coat, shivering outside her office building . I thought she'd be a good bet. "You're in luck," she said, as she dug into her coat pocket and peeled a single off a wad of bills. "Thanks, best thing that happened to me all day," I said. And it was. Got the dollar, fed the meter and made it to my appt. with time to spare. Could it have been the prayer I said when closing in on the time for my appt.?
Therapist thought I might be sitting on my "pity pot." I think he was right. It was good to hash out some of my anger at being in the position I'm in - no work, no relationship, cash flow diminishing - poor me. I've got a lot more to be grateful for and need to remember that and express my gratitude, when I'm feeling that way.
The Sinetar book is helping, in that she's writing about using crisis as an opportunity for invention. Living in the solution. Thinking solutions. She uses one example of the housewife, who went looking for a job and spent a lot of time in waiting rooms prior to being rejected. That same housewife went off and thought about what it is that she could do, since she's been out of the workforce for a while. Aha! Waiting. She started a business, where she waits - for deliveries, mail, etc. -- for people who are too busy to wait themselves. You get the idea. I've already been a "waiter" but I get the process and need to think more expansively about my options.
Well, I'm feeling better now that I've been therapized and had the opportunity to vent here in my blog, and I found a parking space a block away from my apt. I'm blessed. More good news. Checked my email and had a reply from a client I've been trying to track down for a few months now. Seems she may have some consulting work for me, though she's also looking for a full-timer and it's a company, whose business, creativity and integrity I respect. We have a meeting in a couple of days. Will keep you posted.
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