As I was dressing for a job interview today I realized my black professional shoes are anything but stylish. They are comfortable and durable, but I doubt this style ever had its picture taken on some runway in New York or Milan. Then it occurred to me all my shoes are just comfortable shoes. I don’t feel at home in shoes which crimp my feet or seemingly break my toes. Not to mention, high-heels are not sexy if the person wearing them is wobbling around like a newly born giraffe trying to find her footing, which is exactly what I would look like. There is probably a support group for people like me somewhere. “Hi. I’m Tammie, and I’m a fashion-impaired wearer of sensible shoes.” Pathetic, huh?
The fact of the matter is, not only do I wear sensible shoes, everything else in my life is fairly utilitarian yet comfortable. I don’t wear the latest fashions mostly because I’m not 5’10 and 120 pounds. I’m just not the target market for fashion designers. I have curves. Fashion designers apparently have curve-aphobia.
I don’t have beautiful, fancy furniture; my sofa looks like it survived some sort of catastrophe. My chest of drawers and desk are adorned with scratches and nicks the likes of which would send most people running to the furniture store. I’ve come to own most of my furniture either through inheritance or through a second-hand store. And don’t get all excited about the “inherited furniture” thought. It’s more like, “Oh hey, this is pretty much junk so you can have it” than family heirlooms. But these are what I choose because they have a character which new shiny pieces just don’t have. Kind of the way my wrinkles give my face character.
But I’ve also found, even during my job search, I was looking for something comfortable, something sensible. I search for employment in places where I can serve a purpose. My goal is not to become some tabloid-worthy billionaire, nor do I wish to do a mindless job which means nothing to me. I want to help people whilst doing what I love.
I realize I have majored and minored in areas of study which, for the most part, guarantee me a lifetime of unemployment (English, sociology, and philosophy), but I still feel like this is what I need to do. More importantly, this is a job I can wake up for every morning without feeling the need to swan dive from the highest building.
Isn’t this what matters in life? Isn’t life about being able to carve out a little place in which to function happily? Shouldn’t we all work to be involved in what makes us feel alive, makes us tick?
Not everyone has that opportunity. Not everyone can be choosy. I haven’t always had the ability to be particular about a job opportunity. Trust me when I say if there was a low-paying job out there that made me want to rip my face off, I’ve probably done it. I’ve worked in fast-food, customer service, convenience stores, factories, and even picked watermelons. Yes, watermelons. The least glamorous job in the world is being buried up to the ankles in mud whilst fighting off troves of mosquitoes and itchy vines, but I’ve done it. We all have to start somewhere.
Life still isn’t grand for me. Most of what I do is considered internship. I’m not an editor, senior writer, publisher, or even a semi-popular author. But it’s that first step in my journey, my comfortable journey. I will wear my sensible shoes on this sensible trail, and I’ll be mostly happy.
No matter what we choose, we should choose to do what we might define as sensible. Some people might consider my definition of sensible to be crazy. Some people define a sensible occupation as being an accountant, a welder, a CEO, or an artist. The definition is subjective. The only important thing is the owner of that definition believes it to be true in his or her heart. No one can define that for another.
Whether you wish to be a doctor, a mechanic, or anything else in the world, just make sure you are doing what you love. If you can’t do what you love immediately, work towards that goal. It gives a person hope and something to work towards. Having goals gives a person a reason to climb out of bed, change out of his or her comfortable pajamas, and take on the world. Never give up on your goals, and never give up on yourself. Do what you think is sensible, and don’t worry about the rest of the world. Most importantly, always remember, what one person thinks to be uncool is another person’s delight, and all the little meaningless jobs you’ll ever do will give you character and help you find your definition of sensible.
Tammie Niewedde shares her life with 24, 21, and 16 year old sons. She also has a 2 year old grandson whose energy level reminds her exactly how old she is (40, and she owns that proudly!). In her home, you will find a 120 pound fur factory named Dexter and a few cats whom have decided that she is merely their staff. The root of her love for books, writing, and animals comes from being a child whose only siblings were books and her animals. She is a full-time student, mother, coordinator of all that is chaos, and a hopeless list maker. Most of her writing is creative non-fiction that describes her real life adventures. Her acerbic, biting sense of humor may capture your heart, or it may induce rage. Nonetheless what she writes is true to life. You can often find her hanging out with the kiddos, studying, reading, writing, and making lists…of everything! You can find her on Facebook!