Since graduating from university 12 years ago, I’ve had six unique jobs in four different industries. And I’ve loved them all for their own reasons. All this variety has limited my depth in each industry, but has given me a breadth and a set us transferrable skills that I know will continue to serve me well.
But, there has been something missing in all of these areas – art. They all involved working with different people, working on different projects and stepping outside my comfort zone to some degree, but none of them involved art. And don’t give me that blah blah “you can find art in anything” blah blah. The industries were health care, banking, government and property management. I found fun and learning in all of them, but not art.
Over my 35+ years, many people have graciously said all kinds of nice things to me. Things like, “You look pretty today” or “I love your scarf” or, more recently, ” I really like your writing.” That’s one of my favourites. I also love, “Thank you for helping me”, not because I thrive on that acknowledgement, but because it is nice to know that I was there for someone when they needed it. That means the world to me.
I don’t usually hold up a compliment for too long when I get one. I usually savour it for a few sweet moments, then store them deep inside in a little gratitude box in my heart. I don’t wear them loudly, but I never discard them either. I go back to them when I need to, but usually they stay safely tucked away, never to be lost.
But there is one that keeps bubbling back up – one I can’t just tuck away. It gives me a secret thrill every time.