What Do I Want To Do With My Life?

What Do I Want To Do With My Life?

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When I think about what I want for my life, the present the future, etc., sometimes I’m very torn. Maybe I’m asking too much of myself to even know what I want to do with the rest of my life.

At times, I want a life where you know, I make a lot of many and I’m financially able to do whatever I want. But when I think about it realistically I know this financially competent life will not come to me easily.

Other times, when I take a moment to pause and see what’s around me. I am so thankful that my life is great in a very simple way. For those who do not know, I am 23 years old, so pardon me if I’m speaking beyond my years, but I’m happy that I was raised having great pride for where I come from even though my origins do not necessarily involve great assets or a family business. The community of people who have raised me has all done great in their own way. Though they do not get large recognition for this, does not change how wonderful they are.

So continuing with my own thoughts and what I want with my life I think I want a happy medium of the two lifestyles I keep pushing myself towards. Nothing extreme. I don’t mind working hard, don’t get me wrong. But when I have children, for example, I want to be a part of their lives. Not just for a few hours a day. I want to make breakfast for them. Ask them how their day was when they leave school. Simple things like this that could affect their lives positively. Having that person you can always go to talk to is important to me. I know not all children want to be attached to their parents, and I hope I won’t appear to be one of those parents trying to be cool either. But I do want them to feel like I’m a person they can trust and come to with whatever thoughts or concerns they have. Even questions I might not be able to answer, or in some instances, questions and concerns that may be off-color or traditionally hard to speak about.

When I think what I want for my life: I want to do everything I’m anxious to do, but also not too many things or jobs that steal from my joy.

That’s really general, I know. Which makes it even more difficult to figure out what exactly I want to do for a career.

First and foremost, I like writing on this blog because there’s no obligation.

Second, I created this blog, so it’s one hundred percent under my control.

I don’t have a boss telling me when to blog. The only parameters I basically have are an audience that I have to attract through WordPress reader or social media. And believe it or not, I love that challenge. When I started this blog, the challenge was very new, and even two years later there’s still an ever-changing challenge to find you guys who have the patience and the want to read my posts.

It’s not that I don’t like authority or working with a boss. I just hate having to deal with that traditional boss that overreaches and in general, just makes your life less about you.

I don’t think it’s narcissistic to want my life to be about me, and doing what I want that brings me joy.

I hate this notion some people have that your job doesn’t have to be something you like doing, that you go for the money, because every time I’m at my wit’s end at a job that I don’t like and I’m doing simply for the money, I get back to the same problem I’m having currently: grappling with my own thoughts on my future.

What do I want to do with my life?

Things that add joy my life, provide a challenge, give me something new to tackle and somewhere in between there, hopefully, those things can provide me some income.

Those who know me personally know I’d love a life and career in some form related to film work. I know that getting a start in a film career is not easy. But I’ve already gotten two production gigs under my belt. If things work positively, maybe I’ll be hiring production assistants sometime in the future!

dream job next exit

 

N. Oliva

When Did it Become Okay?

When Did it Become Okay?

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When did it become okay to pass laws that target one sect of people that the lawmakers are not apart of?

And do not give me that easy bullshit answer about trying to maintain impartiality. If that were the case, when we speak about abortion rights we would solely be discussing the facts. Not this or that person’s opinion of what a woman should do with her own pregnancy. We would not be pitting fact against proven fiction to show where the truth lies.

We wouldn’t be telling people which bathroom they should be using.

Let’s cut the bullshit.

The bathroom that someone uses does not effect anyone else besides the user.
What does effect people: their thoughts. They perceive someone as out of the norm and they want to control those that step outside their zone of normal.

I have used the men’s bathroom several times. Hairs didn’t pop out of my chest.
I didn’t tickle or bother someone as I walked out. Most of the time there was no one else in the bathroom at all.
Most of the time, it’s a single stall bathroom and I went in there because the women’s bathroom was occupied.
With these facts in mind, almost no one cares that I did it.
See how facts work? They justify actions.
They show people’s motives and intentions for doing what they did.

People aren’t so black and white.
People are the colors that make up the rainbow.
Let people be people.

Not another drone in your controlled scheme.

 

N. Oliva

Xoxo

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Seasons

Seasons

When you think about your life, what do you think?

What do you like about your life?

What could you do without?

Which memories could you relive for the rest of your life?

Which would you dispose of within an instant?

Why?

Why not?

What do you dream of late at night?

What dreams or nightmares wake you up in the morning?

Are you counting up your blessings?

Or adding up your problems?

Do you think of sharing your life with someone?

Who?

What thoughts cross your mind when you wake up?

Is it possible to wake down?

Is your life taking you for a spin?

Enjoy the ride. Enjoy the tide. Enjoy the highs.

And the lows that make the highs feel even better

Go surfing

Go ice skating

Go kayaking

You were made to make a parade of life

Not a pity party

Pity a starry night because it cannot look at itself to see how beautiful it is

Many times

Times many

Yoda

Star Wars

Citizen Kane

Rosebud

Roses bud

Spring out and flourish

Until the first frost

The seasons are like life

Winter

Starts out rough

A learning experience

April showers bring may flowers

May flowers and trees bring allergies

Who guessed a person who loved the environment would be allergic to trees?

Summer

A joy to experience

Almost everyone’s favorite season

Except that friend who insists snow is their favorite thing on earth

Fall

Leaves change colors

Your hair changes color

Leaves start to fall

How’s your hair looking old fart?

I think you can guess where this is heading

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper

 

N. Oliva

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Thursday Thoughts

Thursday Thoughts

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Have you ever felt utterly restless?

Like your just not doing enough

How do you know if your expectations are too high or if other people’s are too low?

Since I’ve been unemployed for some time, I have had a lot of questions. Not only why it’s so hard for someone to get an entry-level job around this time of year in New York City of all cities, the busiest city of them all but why people have become so anti-social in some aspects. But at the same time, they act like they’re doing stuff all day long on Facebook, Snapchat and Instagram.

I know I should not focus so much or any of my attention on these things. But as harsh as it seems, it kills me inside to think that some of these people who I have to share space and oxygen on the earth with are such selfish, careless individuals.

I want to be the change I wish to see.

I want to be upbeat and happy, do all the things I’ve ever hoped and dreamed of, hopefully with someone I love as well.

But, sometimes.

I can’t find the love inside myself to do it and move forward.

I don’t know how to find today’s peace.

I’m looking for my group of people who make my heart sing and every time I think I’m on my way towards that people remind me how terrible they are and I just want to quit.

Press stop.

It has nothing to do with money either. Oddly enough, I was happy when I made bullshit money at my job that I worked at night after coming home from classes. I loved the grind. Keeping myself busy.

I hate when people get mad at me for sharing my opinion and claim that I’m shaming someone else’s.

No, you just don’t like or agree with my opinion. Be upfront jack-off.

On the other hand, there’s a difference between someone being shamed for their opinion and someone saying something completely ridiculous or off-putting and hurting to people.

I am young but I have heard and read almost everything terrible possible. People are not begging for ‘safe spaces,’ they’re asking for human decency.

If America as a country has taught me anything, it’s that I have the right to say what I want but I also have to deal with the repercussions of stating my opinion. I do not have any problem with a person or group of people even, disagreeing with my opinion. What I dislike, is people just replying with their opinion instead of trying to listen to differing points and views and learning why someone thinks with that perspective.

I want to do something that makes me happy, meet people who I automatically click with and we can talk all day and night and hang out whenever. I personally do not like depending on people for anything but I do not want to feel like I am depending on people when I go to them with my feelings either.

I have been getting so bored and frustrated since I have been home looking for jobs, maybe partly cynical because of a bad experience I had with a job I thought was different than it turned out to be.

I used to love going on walks around my neighborhood and to the beach by me but it has become so awkward. I feel like people are looking at me like what the fuck is she doing using her legs outside? Legitimately. You’re not walking to your car? Or walking some place to eat? People are so strange and so basic at the same time.

I want to hang out and have fun with amazing, outstanding people who care about more than themselves and are okay sharing their opinion while also being okay listening to others endlessly.

I will end this post with a quote from someone (one of many) who inspires me. Suck it if you don’t like it!

Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.Barack Obama

Nicole

xoxo