Things to do, like doing things

Ah, Wednesday. It’s a pleasure to see you again.

My fancy schmancy teacup of coffee is in hand, and I have planted myself on a very worn, yet very comfortable couch, ready to write a silly little something.

Guess what?

I am still jobless. Though, I happen to have 101 things, patiently waiting to be ticked off my to-do list, as more tasks discretely shimmy their way onto the bottomless scroll.

The most important, of course, is finding work.

It always sounds so simple, the but the reality is quite the opposite.

The endless Google searching and job site browsing, the composition of numerous cover letters and adaptations of my CV, the formal-but-not-too-formal emails and the filling out of unnecessary application forms, when you have already uploaded a perfectly informative CV.

This could take some time. Then some more time. Yet, I stay positive and remain hopeful.

It’s times like these that I am so grateful to be a 22-year-old, still living with her parents. I don’t intend on getting used to it, though, and in no way will I take advantage of their understanding approach to my situation.

I hope to have a job lined up for myself by the end of the month, at the very latest.

We’ll see how things go, but for now, I also have a few personal projects to take into consideration.

I’ve been working on an illustration project for a friend.

My drawings are very much caricatures, but there’s something about drawing real people, especially those I know, that scares me.

What if they don’t like it? What if I pick up on features they don’t like or even notice about themselves?

What if this simple yet detailed illustration ruins their confidence, and thus, their life?

What if my representation offends them so badly that they forever banish me from existence?

Socially, not physically.

I imagine.

I hope.

I don’t think they have magical abilities…

...though it has never been confirmed.

Either way, I like what I do, despite these worries and despite the struggles to find the creative motivation from time to time.

a sock sloth in the making.

I’m alternating between that, and attempting to cheer my sister up by making her a sock sloth.

Yes, a sloth toy, made from a pair of socks.

Don’t worry, they were a new pair. Not that I have smelly socks, of course.

Speaking of which, I best be getting on with some overdue laundry!

Until next week,

22.May.2019

Wednesday