Probably Moving Forward

I've worked at a seafood market all summer, every summer, for the past five years. I love it desperately. I adore my bosses, coworkers, the seafood we sell, and the fun we have, and I would happily work there forever. Thus, I've named this blog by the question I ask dozens of people everyday when they order crabs and shrimp ("Would you like that steamed and spiced?"). This may or may not remind me that I'm trying to one day have a future outside of the summer job industry. Maybe not.

I want to write or draw or design something. And make a living from it. But right now, it feels like this student life will never end. I don't mean that in a negative way, but I haven't truly grasped the idea that one day I'll be living in "the real world," with large student loans to repay and food that isn't automatically prepared by parents or cafeteria staff. Instead, smaller jobs dominate my life: fish-selling in the summer and book-scanning at the library in autumn. What I do is important to those I help. But I'm planning for something else and at times wondering if I'm going anywhere.

The best I can think of to do now is DO SOMETHING PROACTIVE. Good word, eh? Desperately I'm trying to accomplish something each day. If I'm going to sit around the house all day, I can at least clean something. If I'm going to sit on the computer all night, I can at least apply for a scholarship. Day off? Visit a friend, go school shopping, go to the bank or doctor.

So it kind of feels like I'm doing something. There is hope for a future beyond day-to-day life and labor. I'm probably moving forward.