- erin whatley
- two-two-niine, Georgia, United States
- i never thought it would be hard to fit a nut into a nutshell, but here's a go at what i'm about. foremost, i know, love and follow the Lord. i'm a wild card. i enjoy being alone as much as i enjoy other people. i eat up anything art-related. i'm an only child. i have a BBA in Marketing & an AA in Fine Arts. i'm the marketing and PR gal for Stewbos group, a job i truly love. i do this part-time, and the rest of the time i'm a stay at home wife/mama to Justin and Vayda. i itch to travel and i delight at learning new things. you'll find i'm neurotic, intellectual, honest and somewhat naive. i'm open and compassionate, yet paradoxically hard on myself. my biggest fear is succumbing to cynicism, and my greatest joy is experiencing growth. my idol is willy wonka, because i never want to grow up. i sing and dance my way through the day. I believe the best ones are full of giggles. i think blogging is rather self-indulgent. writing about my thoughts feels selfish, yet i enjoy the exploration it brings. thanks for stopping by.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Nine to Five
I'm tired of my freaking jobs. All I ever do is work. I'm so tired all the time. I'm a full time student, and my two jobs add up to a full time job, so my life pretty much FULL TIME SUCKS. I'm tired of being the mom to these kids who don't even like me. I'm tired of being someone's slave. Working, working, working with only disaproval at the end of the day. I'm constantly studying for tests and emailing in papers wondering when I'm going to see the benefits of wasting my life away. I hardly get to enjoy Kyle between my breaks from all this mess and his breaks from work. We're both pretty depressed. I really want to go work for Kyle's mom, but I don't think I'm going to get the job. I waited to late this week probably, and I think someone else is going to get it. I was really looking forward to it, but I guess I'll see what God has in store. I'm just exhausted and I'm ready to let something go rather than picking up ANOTHER job. I hate to constantly complain, but I just want a second to relax. Kyle's mom said something important today, "It's just a season." I just hope it's a short season.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Auto -Pilot
I get scared sometimes, being at the ClaySpot all by myself. I make up noises in the next room. I make up all these situations that might happen--thieves, weirdos, homeless guys. I get sad that I worry so much. Last night I just broke down and cried. I've been so stressed out. I can't enjoy anything anymore. I don' t have the time. I can't paint or even watch the T.V. Kyle is here, but I don't get to be here with him. My mind is always somewhere else, with some other obligation. I'm so tired of being tired. I'm tired of spending my life at the gym and not feeling any different. I'm tired of having so much to complain about. I want to be a baby again and sit in my play pin.
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