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Jobs... where to begin. I wasn't meant for the jobs I somehow muddled through. My gifts lay elsewhere. A lot of regrets to tell you the truth. But I didn't want to continue with college at a time I had no money and working seemed like a good idea but it wasn't. I wasn't prepared to "live". I had no idea what it was to work, study or anything that took focus. I'm a bit better now. So why? I needed to eat. For me the ideal career would've been: 1. Further education in fields I was good at: geology, linguistics, anthropology. Leading to... 2. Teaching at the junior college or college level. People assume that I was a professor. Makes me sad. 3. Time to explore my other side: gardening, travel, photography. Even when I was young there were signs of this. I first gardened at age 9, was interested in travel and far away places by age 11, in university took some awesome photographs. 4. I work best as an individual member of a team that has some goals and structure. 5. No drama. I have never done well with drama and I can point to episodes that still sting. I don't do "mean" well. Now I'm retired. I read, write, travel, point my camera and shoot. I thrive on connection with diverse people from around the world. I live in silence at home. Outside of my confines, I can't shut up. I would like to have more income to make travel less stressful and more interesting. I would love a garden, a balcony, a cat on my lap and someone to bring me breakfast in bed. None of that is likely to happen. I live off scraps. I've always survived with less. Excess tends to cause me trouble. At this point I'd like "to be heard", perhaps "to be of some use". 612 |