Ode to the online blog. A place where we can all share relevant or completely irrelevant information, thoughts, ideas, and dreams to the masses.
I find that writing is the best form of therapy and considering I am a bit scattered from time to time what a better place to write down this mass array of scattered thoughts.
Today's topic I am uncertain of however you will be amused either way I am certain.
Yesterday, was my Birthday. I have lived to see 36 years and I was thinking I am old now. I mean when I was 35 I was not quite at the cusp of no return. I was still able to say I was in my 30's, now I have to say mid to late 30's and as great as that may be I have crossed over.
I remember turning 24. I went out a bought a set of golf clubs. Then I left them in the trunk of my Mustang and when I got divorced the damn clubs belonged to "her". It sucked. I had a special relationship with those golf clubs. They were my HOLY CRAP!!! Your almost 25 moment.
So, let's see. A little about me before we go any further so you can maybe better understand who I am and what I am about (though sometimes, I am still figuring what I am all about on a daily basis). I am a artistic person by nature which at times can be my worst enemy because sometimes us creative people have the best intentions but because our minds work at a different pitch and speed than others we often get tangled in our own webs. I find I am tangled from time to time but I would rather be tangled than not doing anything at all. Stagnation sucks big time and affords one the opportunity to sink into that crazy thing we call DEPRESSION.... dum dum dum (Looming music in the background).
I am a writer, as if you could not already tell. Speaking of writing, i always find it funny when you are reading something and the author tells you about themselves and starts of with something to the effect of (I am a writer, or i have been writing for...) I want to get their number, call them up, and say.....Well Obviously!! Otherwise I would not be reading what you wrote. I mean really, do they have to tell us they are writers as if we would not know?
I am also a music composer. Though, not real music as some might say. I make Electronic music. been doing it for a number of years and though I would love to say how many that would just hurt my own feelings and make me feel really old. However, i love it and people like what I do.
I am also, a jewelry designer. Owner of Sleeping Bear Designs in the great white Northern tundra that is Champlain, NY. I make simple yet beautiful gemstone jewelry and I sell them online, at shows, craft markets, and pretty much any place in between. (Which reminds me for some odd reason, I need to D/L the app for my Droid of this here blog so I can inform you all of my doings while I am out doing them). Just D/L the app it was pretty quick actually.
Let's see...... I am currently in college for my EMT-B (Emergency Medical Technician-Basic) certification. I have been a volunteer with our local EMS (Emergency Medical Service) here in our county. I love what I do but to be honest the classes are at times very mind numbing but, my instructors mix it up a bit between lectures and labs so our brains do not become mush. I have been with the department since July of 2012. I had been involved in this same thing back in the mid 1990's but I was young and dumb and did not stick with it for the enchanting world of Rave's...lol. Well, that is a whole different story on it's own.
I am a chain smoker at times (wishing to quit all together) and working on it. Not much of a drinker unless you consider coffee to fall into that category then, I could be considered a junkie. I love all coffee but as I have aged I have become very fond of the extra dark, bold, and deep thought provoking coffee's of the world. My favorite at this moment in life is an amazing brew that is so dark it looks like it was grown in or around lava rocks. it is called, Wide Awake and as my girlfriend calls it, it is 72 hour coffee.
Hmm, well i suppose I will end this introduction to me.
Thank you for reading.
Sleeping Bear
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