The Ideal Job

      If I could instantly wake up one morning with all the qualifications and training I needed, I would probably want more than anything else to be an artist.  Not just any artist, but an animator.  I would like to be someone who could easily work for Disney bringing magic alive on the big screen.  It is a pipe dream I have had since I was a little girl.  The ideal job for me would be freelance and something I could do from home so I could be available for my kids as they grow up.  I would want to work in computer animation  on movies or in television.  If I am allowed to dream, I might as well dream big, right?  

 
 

      This is the very first job that came to mind when faced with NaBloPoMo’s prompt for today.  What can I say?  There is still a small smidgeon of a dreamer left in me that everyday reality hasn’t quite beat out.  I don’t dwell on it.  For years I buried my art supplies in the back of the closet leaving my dreams in the past.  Recently I was overcome with the need to see if I could still draw at all. It had been so long.  I grabbed a sketch pad, dusted off my old art bin, and drew a couple quick portraits of my kids, just for $hits and giggles.  

       To my amazement, the lines flowed easily and my heart soared.  I had forgotten the fulfillment I felt from my art.  It came easily back to me.  I wondered why I had given it up at all when it was something I had enjoyed, lived, and breathed for so long.  Why did I let that part of me lay dormant so long?  Thinking back, I think that at that time of my life I emotionally could not focus on anything but the upheaval I was facing with my divorce and my mother’s death.  It was too much.  Creatively, I shut down.  Life was just too intense to add the pressure of perfecting a portfolio that would be my meal ticket to the equation.

        At this point in my life, I have found the perfect creative outlet in my writing.  After my mother died, my creative outlet shifted to music and I played the piano for hours on end perfecting my technique.  It filled the long lonely hours after work until bedtime perfectly.  I lost myself in the music, much as I lost myself in my art before that.  It was a fair exchange.  Finally, my creativity manifested itself in writing and essentially I delved into becoming an artist of words. Who would have thought it? So, my dream job would find me doing something creative.   Being creative has always been easy for me.   One day, I hope to be able to fill my days doing all three, but until then I will stick with the writing and dabble occasionally in drawing because it comes so easy and is fun until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.