With graduation looming closer and closer everyday, this week I have made it my mission to reach out to people who hold job positions that I would like to one day have the privilege of holding myself. This afternoon, as I wrote letters and questions to ask these people I found myself becoming sidetracked. I have to admit, I did find myself veering off to Facebook once or twice but what really stole my attention were the multiple opportunities that I found to complete Artist residencies. Artist you ask, like drawing? I draw, not well enough to make a living off of, but the opportunities weren’t just for that sort of artist. There are organizations that provide days and weeks of training to people looking to better perfect their craft. Artsmith for example offers an up to four week residency where artists can write, paint, and sketch their hearts out on Washington State’s San Juan Island. Yes I did just imply that a writer is an artist, because we are! This lavish residency might sound more like a retreat or vacation but the truth is I think it is, the best vacation ever! Think about it, doing what you love and at the same time getting things accomplished, in a beautiful and relaxing setting. Sounds amazing right?
Like most of my fellow senior students, I have been stressing over finding a job, and making connections in preparation for graduation. I have been emailing editors, researching publishing companies, and in doing so have neglected to do the one thing that well makes me, me. Going through Brevity and Rock & Sling reading all of the amazing works reminded me that the one big success that I hope to one day achieve is to write something worthy of publication. I don’t really have the luxury of being able to attend such a retreat as the one offered by Artsmith, so as hinted at by the very cheesy title of this post, I have resolved to take out a minute of every day to write something for me. Of course a novel can’t be written in a single minute but dedicating myself to at least a minute of personal writing everyday will form a habit that I hope to carry with me long after I graduate and get a job, and that is to never stop working towards achieving my dreams in writing.
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I am in a Non-fiction class this semester and the only assignment that exists for this class is to write a thirty page portfolio. That’s it, any type of non-fiction, any subject. I chose to write about the death of my mother when I was nine years old and my attempts to save her, and at the risk of sounding like a cliche, I must say that maybe it chose me. Writing this portfolio has been crippling , nearly impossible and all over enlightening. I have written about a subject that I cannot verbally talk about. My professor, who has more confidence in my writing than I do, has led a couple of conferences with me, each of them more difficult than the last. Today was exceptionally hard. I found myself in a bad mood later that I cannot explain. Part of me regrets writing the pieces in the first place and the other part of me is just happy to have it out there. In the end I’m just so grateful for the power of words. I am able to write what I can’t say.
I’ve been told, as I am sure we all have, that growing up is hard. Suddenly you are responsible for keeping the power on, and paying rent, and buying groceries. These things that, for years, had all been taken care of by someone else are suddenly your responsibility. They, those older and wiser people that we thought had no idea what they were talking about for many of our young years, tell us to try to stay a child as long as we can because being an adult can really be tuff sometimes.
What they don’t always tell us is that one of THE hardest parts of growing up is watching people pass in and out of your life. When I was a freshman I was lucky enough to meet a really great group of people. We had a pretty big group and did almost everything together. By the second semester of my freshman year it became pretty obvious that not everyone that was in the group would stay in the group. But that was okay because those of us that continued to hang out realized how much we really valued each other’s friendship. I am still friends with two of those girls today and I am so happy that I met them and got to experience college with them. But one of those girls graduated last May and the other will graduate in this coming December, whereas I will not graduate until May 2015.
We are all headed in separate directions and while we promise to keep in touch, the fact is that more often than not, people in our situations eventually lose touch. People get married, and have children, and life just happens. My best friend and I have been really talking about our future plans lately because this is my last year at the university. I plan to try to find a job in Atlanta after school and then hopefully someday in New York City. She doesn’t plan on leaving the state. And while I am happy that she has possibly found that someone, I would be lying if I said that the thought of all of that change didn’t scare me. When you have a person in your life that you see everyday, and that knows you better than anyone in the world, and gets your odd sense of humor, and shamelessly gushes over a tv show with you it’s hard to think of not being around them anymore.
I consider myself lucky to have already met so many wonderful people, and to have gotten to learn from them and experience great friendships. But, for me, the hardest part of growing up has been learning to accept the fact that people come and go in your life, and that you just have to enjoy the time that you have with them and be grateful that you had that time. Change is a good thing. And who knows, maybe someday I will be in New York City celebrating my bestseller and my friends will be right there by my side.