I DON’T LIVE MY LIFE FOR YOU…
YOU BETTER RUN, BETTER LEAVE THIS PLACE,GET LOST AND GO A DIFFERENT WAY.
Friends. I’ve had a hell of a week. Nah, it’s been longer than that. I hope you had a chance to listen to the song I’ve posted here. I use music as a writer’s prompt. It gets my creative juices flowing; thoughts become things that become words. Honestly, it’s hard for me to create without music. It’s such a beautiful thing, too that there is a genre that fits whatever mood I’m in.
It Makes Me Frustrated When They Take Me For a Fool…
Call it serendipity. Spotify or any streaming service I suppose, is good for that, which depending on how you look at it, can be a blessing or a curse. Blessing: since #musicislife-music is my life-it’s a constant. I may not feel like eating, drinking, getting out of bed, whatever, but I will always need music. I can’t live without beats, rhythm or lyrics. They provide soundtrack to the feature film (comedy? drama? ) that is my life.
There is a song (and genre) for any and everything I’m going through that I can play that will a) ease the pain b) fan the flames (the burn can feel so damn good at times, or c) encourage me to move the fuck on!
I’m keeping it brief today. I have to work on my #WIP, (my #WritingCommunity are familiar with the acronym). I have been procrastinating far too long with this.
I’ve applied everywhere, to everyone-doesn’t matter what, where or the position. I have mouths to feed. I need an income. Desperately.
It’s infuriating to find that with two master’s degrees that I can’t find a job-or even land interviews. Hold up! Wait a minute-before y’all start telling me to re-do my resume, call the places you want to work, send inquiry letters, blah, blah, blah– I’ve done it ALL! Even hired a professional! It’s never been this difficult for me to find work. Could it really be my age? I’m 46-damn, as I write the digits it’s giving me pause. But Black don’t crack-I got confirmation of it today! Old ladies want to die their hair grey, like mine. They tell me I’m a youthful 46.
Am I Overqualified or Is It About My Hair?
Thing is, one of those masters is in the science of education. I’m a teacher. (Uggh. I promised not to go here-long story; promise I’ll get back to it-one day.) Charter schools hire anybody (another topic for another day) and I can’t even catch a break there. Actually I did once. One Charter hired me on the spot, without checking my references or anything else, which was great-because I needed the job, but the working conditions were unbearable (read: cult).
I digress-that’s definitely another topic for another day. I had to quit. I knew sooner or later they’d find some arbitrary reason to fire me, as they did practically every other teacher in the school, as Charters are wont to do, which is a perk of not having to adhere to union rules.
Where were we? Forgive me. Ahh-the soundtrack to my life’s feature film–the reason for this post–right.
THE DEFINITION OF INSANITY…
“Doing the same thing over and over and expecting the same result.”
I’ve always gone…”right.”
Don’t be scared…
Yes. The saga WILL BE CONTINUED.
LIFE’S A BITCH. THEN YOU DIE.