I’m tired of feeling just to the left of where I want to be in Seattle. I love the city, but it hasn’t exactly loved me back in the proper ways. Last night the rain fell and fell. It’s raining again. Although I had intended on going to a job fair today, as I was pulling on tights and finding a shirt to match my skirt, I realized how little I wanted to network and push resumes into hands that belong to Target, Macy’s, Home Depot….
Yes, I need a better job. But moving into another duldrum position isn’t what I need to do. So I sat down and started working on fellowship applications. Yes, I got a bit distracted with yummy food recipes. But I have most of one application finished, and then I switched gears towards volunteering.
Every time I go into the Seattle Art Museum, I think I should be here. I shouldn’t be working near planes, I should be here instead. I know that they aren’t hiring, but I have time, so what’s stopping me from volunteering? The answer is- nothing.
So S.A.M, 826, Hugo House… I’ve submitted applications to volunteer at all of them, and if I’m getting in a bit over my head, well, frankly I’ve been spinning my wheels for too long. It’s time to pack my schedule again. Readings, volunteering, jobs, writing- I work best when I’m working. So who wants me? I’m coming at you, ready to be put to task.