Yes indeed I may be the worst blogger in history. I have completely neglected this blog for god knows how long... even though I can just check the date of my last post...
Anyways.
Since the last post it became obvious that the damage done to my wrist made drawing very painful, so, over the course of months I have been attempting to strengthen it by doing simple drawing exercises and exercises used to help recover from carpal tunnel damage. There is still a consistent pain however its just something I have to live with. Working in a bakers the way I do does add strain to the area but sadly in today's economical fuckery where jobs are scarce, switching careers and getting somewhere less damaging isn't exactly a choice I have.
Falkirk is dying, slowly but surely it is dying. Despite events such as Steeple 200, celebrating the Falkirk steeples 200th birthday, The Falkirk football team getting to the semi finals (I think, I didn't really pay attention) and the town was decked in bunting and the steeple dressed in a massive checked scarf... No, I'm not kidding...
And yes, we have the Kelpies and the thriving Helix site. Especially when its sunny, everyone leaves the town and herds down to there. I just don't think its enough. Without a demand for local businesses or a big enough interest for creative industries. I'm pretty much stuck in a dead end job, in a dying town with a stunted creative drive.
The most drive I get is in Instagram and yes, my website still exists... Its just been abandoned just as much as this blog.
In happier and brighter news. Myself and my boyfriend of 3 years now (god how has he coped) have invested into being adults and getting a mortgage and such... We have been homeowners for just under a year now... Highlights including having the side of our house repaired, redecorating the bathroom and a whole fun filled list of things to do in the coming years. All of which required money, time, energy and all of which I'm lacking in.
But now is officially the time to retry and find something more interesting to do. Working where I do has officially hollowed out any creative seeds I once had, as well as degrading my drawing abilities. So for the past month, I have been taking that blind leap into territories unknown. Attempting to apply to any creative themed internships or job prospects. And yes, I have tried applying to universities but it falls on the line of quit working and go full time or keep my job and never go to back to education... and that first option doesn't quite pay the mortgage or put chips in the freezer.
I have tried however, looking at teaching courses and considering art therapy fields but it seems that no university will entertain my application forms. I can understand, lack of experience and such. Which seems to be a consistent issue in anything you apply for, that circle of no experience, cant get experience. I thought when you left education it was supposed to get easier. But with lack of jobs and demand for the ones that do crop up. You can understand the employers having the comfort of taking the best options than the ones to try and train.
Yes I'm ranting and probably making no literary sense but hey its what I feel like doing this moment and time...
Speaking of which, I should wrap this up (and probably forget about it for another year) Since I start work in 8 hours and with this wild scottish weather of sticky heat and thunder it can be a challenge getting any sleep in the first place.
Till next rant.