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Richard Siken, Snow and dirty rain
Puppy love,
2020
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Crazy is acceptable if you’re beautiful. Crazy is acceptable just so long as you’re not crying. Crazy fun, crazy in bed, crazy hot. Crazy is a game of Poker and you must never overplay your hand. Men love crazy until it turns against them. Men love crazy for a Saturday night out on the town, but come Sunday morning they want crazy out of their bed. In middle school, the most popular girl in my grade had the AOL screen-name craZZZychica3o5. In Hollywood, there’s a strip club named Crazy Girls. The neon sign flashes over Sunset Boulevard. CRAZY GIRLS. LIVE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS. Girls can be crazy. Women can’t. Crazy should always be playful. A little wink. A little game.
— Michelle Lyn King, from “Under the Influence,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue
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I see a lot of people who tell young people–especially young people who are heading into college–that they should “do what they love.” And they’re right. You should do what you love.
But there’s a world of difference between doing what you love for you, and doing what you love for a paycheck.
I went to undergrad for graphic design and 3-D design–art and more art, I usually say–and I loved it. You know what I didn’t love? Trying to collect my fees from clients. Trying to meet unrealistic, over-simplified or over-specific briefs from people who didn’t know what they were talking about. Coming home, having worked creatively all day, with no creative juice left for the things I wanted to do.
You know what I would tell you instead? Do something that you can be interested in, with people you like.
You don’t have to love it. Loving your work can be a lot, and it often means you have to live in your job 24/7. Some people can do that. Not everyone can, or should. But if you can find work that’s interesting enough that it doesn’t feel tedious, and people you can enjoy spending your 9-5 with, and you can make money, that’s great! It means you can do the things you love for you.
I’m in law school now. It’s interesting work, and difficult, and I like doing it. I like how complicated it gets, and I like the stories it tells. But I don’t come home and read law journals for fun. I come home, and I sculpt, and I draw, and I paint, and I read. I do these things for me.
And I love it.
Gods I wish I’d had this ten years ago when everyone was pushing for me to do art for a living. Probably wouldn’t have burned out as hard as I did
Thank you for this. I’m one of those people who still have hasn’t figured out what I want to be when I grow up (I’m 38, for context) because I wanted to find ~my passion~. Problem is, all my passions (music, art) don’t provide enough steady income for my anxiety-ridden, two-kid-having ass. I’ve been in the same job for almost 12 years now on the basis that it pays decently, it’s somewhat interesting, I like the people I work with, and I don’t wake up dreading going to work. I’ve come to a place where art is something I’m working on improving on and occasionally do for pin money, and music is something I do sheerly for my own enjoyment. This post made me feel better about that.
Here are a few good realistic goals for a job/profession, in no particular order
1. It doesn’t require you to go against your morals.
2. You don’t dread your next shift.
3. Pays the bills
4. Doesn’t leave you too mentally or physically exhausted to do the things you love on your off time