It is an odd sensation writing on a blog. I'm not entirely sure who's reading. The comfort for me is that many of the people who read this blog are strangers, ironically enough, though i hope that my friends and family are still with me thus far as i really started this blog to keep you abreast of where i am at and my experience in this career purgatory. For the sake of those still following, i wish i were a better writer. I wish i had a better grasp on what i was doing with this blogging experience. But i barely know what I'm doing with my life experience and this will ultimately be a minor footnote in the long and trying story of life.
I must confess that i haven't started career counselling yet. I am a month or so behind schedule at this point, more like a month and a half. It is crazy how fast life moves ahead and how quickly the whimsical plans of man fall behind. I still intend to go, at this point it is a matter of registering and setting up an appointment for the first session. My work with the contractor Ive been working with is rapidly coming to a close, this week, perhaps next, but his need for me will end soon and then i will be out in the cold. I am a hard worker, i show up everyday on time, i do the tasks assigned me and a little bit more. As far as carpentry goes--some hubris here--i am as good as most. But the carpentry industry is stagnant in Bellingham and i come home from a day in the field and my back hurts, my knees hurt, my body just aches. I don't want this for a life career, i want something different, something better, something that i am well suited for. Nobody is handing out paychecks to sit all morning drinking coffee and reading. No one is passing around bags of cash to drink beer in the evening or for mediocre (at best) indoor soccer players or mountain bikers...the things i truly love doing i most likely will not get paid for. I've gotta find the next best thing. Hence career counselling.
I think i need those people.
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