Well. I am going to start blogging again. Just going to pick up and write things as though the very last thing I wrote was not a few years back. I cannot actually make sense of why I have not returned here so I won't try. I like the idea of blogging, have always wanted to have a real one. Will this qualify? Let's see.
In my big ideas bin, I have always wanted to write about a four letter word. Not the fun one but the one that means to labour, to toil, exert effort and other synonical (word? not word?) equals all meaning WORK.
I am a musician and I suppose I should write about music but there really are so many out there that do that very thing, that do it well and have been doing it forever. I am sure there are many out there who also write about work, but I have not googled around and so have very little ego invested. I will keep it that way and toil on.
Why work? Because at some point I started an article with "I have had more jobs than most people have had thoughts in their heads'. Hyperbole, sure. But I really have done so many things and I feel like now that I am 30 (just keep typing through the age lie Michelle), that it's time to start some grand reminiscing. Just put my big boots on an ottoman, smoke a fake cigarette and go back in time. It is honestly that simple. And also just so common. We all work, we all keep busy, we all clean our homes, we all fix our cars, raise barns, help friends move, we all work and I bet the definition runs fast and loose among us. My work may be your joy. My passion activities may sound like a visit to the dentist office to you. I love sweeping. I just do. You start with a variety of objects you can see on the floor and some that you do not yet see. You feel the time to sweep in your bones. Grab the broom and dance around the room, while birds hang your washing. When you are done you can just see what you did by no longer seeing what you did it to. Sooooo satisfying. But ask me to clean? Like wipe things down or vacuum or dust? I just get grumpy and move it around the to do list. Maybe you like cleaning? I won't judge. Maybe fixing a car is heaven to you, labour to me. Yes we work to make money and that is what I will be thinking about in general but the ‘'work’ is a very grey land that bumps words and ideas like passion and duty as it leads us down the entire road of our life. Some of us dream of retirement and others have jobs or pursuits that have no expiry date, occupations that invite us to die with our boots on. What an image that always is to me. It's war-like and farmer-like so when I evoke it for my own needs I do think it really looks more like dying with my Blundstones on, hunched over my guitar. Ok, I don't know that I had evoked this image until now and please do not hasten to perform a wellness check on me, all is well. I just have always considered the thing I really do to be more passion than labour and it definitely has zero gold watches at the finish line. And that itself is SUCH a dated metaphone and that is typo but it's making me laugh. A metaphone sounds like it would be a very small brass instrument played by a cheeky elfin spirit. That may be a good off-ramp here. I didn't really intend to dive too deeply with this entry. I want to say it's just a warning shot of what's to come but that's also very war-y. It's an intro. A howdy doody to say that I intend to show up more often here in my Michelle's Rumblings page and I am going to write about work. Clocking out now, just to keep the slightly dated references chugging along.