The economy has slowed, unemployment is high, but even so, shouldn't I have a job?
My friends re-assure me I am intelligent, I am competent, I am organized, I have great ideas and freely give them, I have an extensive resume, in a phrase, I am eminently employable.
And yet, I am not.
Maybe,
I think,
after searching for three months,
if I give up looking, and admit I don't really want to work, but instead, merely want income to flow my way, maybe then, something will come of it.
I decide, for the month of December, this will be my new strategy: not looking for a job, and see what lands in my lap.
It certainly can't be any worse than my current strategy of looking for a job. And not having one. It may even looking eerily the same.
Perhaps it is that I need to admit that I am not one to be employed, instead, I am an artist whose muse is calling, knowing life in the corporate world will only kill my soul some more. Perhaps finally.
My muse may well be protecting me, from harming myself, and allowing me to give back to the world. Giving me the chance, if only I would embrace it, to devote myself to writing full time.
I have the time, my muse screams at me, beating its poor head against the door I refuse to open.
