What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
Simple. Start over, and focus on what’s actually important, which does not include the material bullshit.
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
Simple. Start over, and focus on what’s actually important, which does not include the material bullshit.
What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?
So many things to choose from here. Beer, steak, education, politics, medicine, God. Viewpoints evolve through life experiences, proper research, and intelligent discourse. It’s a natural and necessary thing for growth.
Simple example – I hated steak as a kid. My mother always cooked steak for herself, my sister, and me well done, and it tasted horrible, and was difficult to chew. My father ate his steak rare, and I could not stomach that. The sight of the blood (which isn’t actually blood) on the plate made me nauseous. It didn’t help that he would make a mooing sound when poking it with a fork. lol Now, give me a big, medium rare, properly seasoned steak, and I’m a happy camper!
Complex example – I was raised as a devout Catholic. I had real, almost unquestionable faith in God. For various reasons, I wound up questioning that faith, and began reading all about different religions. I settled at the time on the idea that whatever you believed would be your truth and reality in life and after. I even went so far as to take a comparative theology elective in college. From there, I became an atheist, then an agnostic, and now I am again questioning existence in general, not really sure what to (or not to) believe.
I think that we have to understand that our views on pretty much any topic can, and perhaps should, evolve. I mean, if you held the same views on life that you did when you were 16, how much have you really grown as a person? And is it good to hold beliefs that can’t be challenged, or modified by the introduction of new information? That may be something I have to delve deeper into in a different post… stay tuned!
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Moving around so much as a kid basically made it so that I was almost always “the new kid” and would feel horribly out of place until I was able to make a couple of friends. Jumping from job to job until my late 20s only served to perpetuate that dynamic.
I got to a point early on where I simply stopped letting feeling out of place bother me so much. Does it suck? Absolutely. It’s incredibly uncomfortable and anxiety inducing. But at the same time, it is just a feeling, and can be overcome by treating people with kindness and respect, trying to get to know them, or simply doing what I was there to do and leaving. The latter is especially easy when it comes to a job or a class or a random errand.
Even still, I have spent most of my life never really feeling that I actually belonged anywhere that I was, except when I am lost in a book or my own thoughts and my surroundings become irrelevant. So, unless I am in that place, I feel out of place and somehow disconnected. I can still build meaningful and strong connections with people, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I don’t feel a strong sense of belonging in many situations. And that’s ok.
Perhaps the lack of “belonging” is from a flawed process in my mind, I don’t know. It’s just something that has always been that way, and I never really questioned it, because I always have that space and those moments to fall back on. I don’t necessarily need to belong somewhere to be happy. I’m content with my ability to float from situation to situation and place to place.
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
As in, I couldn’t own one? Not much different, because I could still use one for work. I would just have to revert back to pen and paper writing, and would likely draw more, which would be a blessing.
As in, I can’t use one, ever? Well now, that’s a different story. I would have to rethink my profession, for sure. I would also go back to being a bookworm and spending hours on end in the library, happily reading about any number of topics. I would draw more. I think, maybe, I might actually be happier.
Ya know, thinking about this, I have to wonder if that’s not a better way to do things.
What skill would you like to learn?
I love learning new things, so this is a bit of a loaded question.
I would love to learn more SQL. I want to be able to cook a perfect steak every time. I would like to learn how to shoot. I want to learn how to do experiments with a particle accelerator. I would love to be fluent in at least three languages, and have one of them not be Latin based.
I could go on and on….
I have said before that I’d be a professional student if someone would pay me to do that…. A girl can dream!
What details of your life could you pay more attention to?
This is an interesting question.
What could I pay more attention to? Plenty. There are hundreds or even thousands of things in a given day that I simply dismiss because I don’t believe it’s worth my time.
What should I pay more attention to? My wellbeing in general.
And for the record, I believe the second applies to lots of people.
What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?
I don’t have one and honestly can’t have one. I haven’t made it through today yet, and as long as I wake up, who the hell knows what insanity the day will bring?
In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?
Hard work – physical, intellectual, or emotional – has many different ways to make me feel fulfilled. I would have to say that the strongest sense of fulfillment comes when I lay down for bed. If I worked hard that day, no matter if with my body, mind, spirit or a combination there of, I drift off easily and sleep well. Knowing that I worked my ass off doing whatever it was brings a sense of serenity.
I may not have actually achieved a single goal that I had set, it may have been a day rife with struggle and difficulty and maybe even setbacks. But, I put forth my best effort, my hardest work. I made progress toward the goal, even if that progress was as simple as learning from a setback or mistake.
What’s the trait you value most about yourself?
I don’t have one, per se. It’s a tie, and it is impossible to choose between them. At least, for me it is.
My intelligence is one, and the other is being empathetic.
Intelligence, rational thinking, problem solving – these things are all intertwined and have served me incredibly well in life.
Empathy and compassion lend themselves to kindness, which I believe is essential in life.
To hold both of these qualities in such high regard is interesting. A person can certainly have both, but often, it’s difficult to be both, especially in a single moment or situation. One is rational, fact based understanding. The other is irrational and emotionally driven.
Thinking about it, I suppose you could say that the trait I value most about myself is my capacity to strive for that balance.
List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.
This one is easy. 😉
Writer/Artist (creative pursuits)
Physicist
Philosopher
If money ~and~ sleep didn’t matter, I would do all three!