I haven’t gotten any epiphanies, nor do I feel any more adult than I did yesterday. I still have the same worries, the same things, the same everything. Yeah, there’s not much difference… yet. Or maybe ever. *ramble*
But one thing’s for sure: I am blessed. And I am grateful. Here’s to a new decade of numbers. Or, as I told my best friend, it’s just experience points. We’re only as old as we believe ourselves to be. 🙂
I never really thought about making a playlist of my life, but sometimes, you hear certain songs and you go “I want that to be played in my (insert monumental life event here).”
Sometimes it scares me, because there are times when I don’t want to think about some of those events. For example, while I don’t want to think about my death, I knew I wanted Arcade Fire’s “Wake Up” to played during my funeral. You might think it’s pretty weird to play that song, given its title, but somehow, I find its beat appropriate. Especially since there’s a part near the end where I feel like getting up and dancing. Incidentally, the song is from their album entitled “Funeral” so I guess it still fits.
Then there are the love songs. I don’t particularly think of myself as a fan of love songs, even though I do like a good romantic movie or story. More like, I don’t subscribe to the blatantly obvious and much overly used love songs, like “It Might Be You” or whatever comes from the discography of bands from the 70s and 80s. I like the songs that aren’t obviously about love, but when you listen closely, you go “Hey, it is about love!”
Take this song, Fiction Plane’s “Denied“. Again, you wouldn’t think of it as a particularly romantic song given its title, but it’s one song I wouldn’t mind being played at my wedding (whenever that is).
I can actually add a lot more to this not-really-love-songs list, but I’ll leave it as is.
One of my writer friends has a playlist for each book she writes. I don’t know how effective that is, because I haven’t really tried, but sometimes you do hear a song that you know fits a particular moment. Whether it’s the lyrics or it’s the tune, you know that song fits just right there.
Maybe the next song I’ll be able to place in my life playlist would be for when I win the lotto? :p
I’ve started two part time writing jobs over the last few weeks. The first one is at oDesk, where I post comments in a gardening forum. It’s fairly easy and pretty fun work. I’m no gardener or farmer but I’ve got my fair share of that from my elementary and high school days in our agriculture class (yeah, we mucked about in “gardens” and studied plants/horticulture and stuff). Plus, there’s the knowledge handed down from my grandparents and parents about farming, not to mention the years of reading Better Homes and Gardens.
Besides, there’s the Internet if I need anything else.
My other writing job is for a local children’s magazine. I write several short articles on various topics that kids are into (cartoons, movies, video games, books, etc.). I like it because the topics are something I’m really interested in and it feels like I’m writing for myself and not for someone else. I started on it last night and will continue on it today until I finish all the topics for this week.
I’m still looking for other writing jobs. Who knows, maybe I can make it my permanent source of income?
P.S. I just realized I have no category for “writing” until now!
I celebrated my birthday yesterday. I wasn’t feeling well, thanks to sore throat and impending sniffles. I decided to rest a bit, and spent most of my time browsing or reading, answering birthday greetings and trying to work on my part time job, but failing miserably.
Late afternoon my aunt (and godmother) asked if I wanted to eat out, but we opted for dinner at my uncle’s place instead. It was much like last year’s birthday, a small gathering of family enjoying good food and conversation. One of my uncles gave me a journal/planner, which is really cute.
Even though I am, as my brother pointed out, in my late twenties, I don’t really feel like it. I’m one of those people who really think age is just a number, and it doesn’t equate how you feel. I can say that I feel the same as I was when I was twenty, though I’ve probably matured a bit since then.
Ah, but I am in no mood to be yapping about my age & such. It was a good day. I am thankful for my life, for the people in it and for another year.