I know how you feel. My diploma from NC State is on my bookshelf. My dad died while I was in grad school, so I didn't finish my Master's. When I quit grad school, I took a job in Atlanta because it was in the right place, at the right time. I was just going to be in that job until I knew my mom and sister were going to be OK, and I found my "real" job. 15 years later, I'm working for a different agency, in a different state, but still in the same field. It's not a popular attitude for some reason, but I decided a while back that what I do for a living isn't that important to me, within reason of course (I'm not going to do something I hate, or find detestable). That diploma is a reminder of what I gave up though, so I don't really like looking at it. I'll never get rid of it, but I'm not sure it will ever find a place on the wall either. I want to keep looking forward, not dwell on what might have been.
Thanks. I was kind of depressed about that tonight - but it's just all part of the whole ebb and flow of letting go, I think. Thanks... my art really is healing me a lot... I feel like it's fixing me somehow and I just have to let it work. :)
Behind door number one - my diploma still breaks my heart - I hung it in an effort to come to grips with what I have lost, in the room where everything is being regained... but I don't reallly want to look at it much so I put it behind the door, which is always open when I'm in here.
I know how you feel. My diploma from NC State is on my bookshelf. My dad died while I was in grad school, so I didn't finish my Master's. When I quit grad school, I took a job in Atlanta because it was in the right place, at the right time. I was just going to be in that job until I knew my mom and sister were going to be OK, and I found my "real" job. 15 years later, I'm working for a different agency, in a different state, but still in the same field. It's not a popular attitude for some reason, but I decided a while back that what I do for a living isn't that important to me, within reason of course (I'm not going to do something I hate, or find detestable). That diploma is a reminder of what I gave up though, so I don't really like looking at it. I'll never get rid of it, but I'm not sure it will ever find a place on the wall either. I want to keep looking forward, not dwell on what might have been.
Thanks. I was kind of depressed about that tonight - but it's just all part of the whole ebb and flow of letting go, I think. Thanks... my art really is healing me a lot... I feel like it's fixing me somehow and I just have to let it work. :)
Behind door number one - my diploma still breaks my heart - I hung it in an effort to come to grips with what I have lost, in the room where everything is being regained... but I don't reallly want to look at it much so I put it behind the door, which is always open when I'm in here.