Recent developments have led me to conclude that it is time to do something new. And yes, I know I've been talking about it for some time now, but now I think I have got the necessary kick up the backside. I'm not the most impulsive of people and normally need some time to get my head around all things new. When it comes to my job situation I suppose it could be argued that my head seems to be rather stuck though. But I am doing something about it now. Really!
So the question is: What next?!
There is the obvious journalism track of course. But considering I have already established several years ago that I don't thrive on running after fire engines, interviewing people with six toes on their left foot or celebrities about their preferred contraception method I have sort of put that on hold for now. Besides there's always the breeding website now keeping me writing more than enough. But until that makes me enough money to quit my day job, which most likely won't be soon, I've got to find something to live off.
If I could find a way of going back into horses that would make me a decent amount of money and not mean working 24/7 every day of the week I would of course do that in an instant. But then that is even more unlikely.
As for other talents I am quite efficient with a broom, I can easily talk for hours and I somehow seemed to have the ability to scare the living daylights out of my WP's back in the day. Well, the more useless ones anyway - the good ones didn't need scaring. So that could make me a pretty good....hmm, well witch I suppose. Not quite what I was thinking of. And I did spend one night in a burger van once. But let's forget about that.
Back in the summer I learnt that in my younger days I had in fact been only a phone call away from a career in breecher modeling. Ha, this is the girl who has always hated her legs and then it turns out they were actually considered suitable for showing off Pikeurs or Cavallos! Damn you Kevin for not picking up the phone! If I didn't consider it to be excruciatingly funny I think I might have never forgive you for that.
But dwelling on my lost leg modeling career anno 1999 isn't really going to get me anywhere. The real problem is that I don't really know what I want yet. All I know is that it is extremely unlikely to have anything to do with my legs...
So the question is: What next?!
There is the obvious journalism track of course. But considering I have already established several years ago that I don't thrive on running after fire engines, interviewing people with six toes on their left foot or celebrities about their preferred contraception method I have sort of put that on hold for now. Besides there's always the breeding website now keeping me writing more than enough. But until that makes me enough money to quit my day job, which most likely won't be soon, I've got to find something to live off.
If I could find a way of going back into horses that would make me a decent amount of money and not mean working 24/7 every day of the week I would of course do that in an instant. But then that is even more unlikely.
As for other talents I am quite efficient with a broom, I can easily talk for hours and I somehow seemed to have the ability to scare the living daylights out of my WP's back in the day. Well, the more useless ones anyway - the good ones didn't need scaring. So that could make me a pretty good....hmm, well witch I suppose. Not quite what I was thinking of. And I did spend one night in a burger van once. But let's forget about that.
Back in the summer I learnt that in my younger days I had in fact been only a phone call away from a career in breecher modeling. Ha, this is the girl who has always hated her legs and then it turns out they were actually considered suitable for showing off Pikeurs or Cavallos! Damn you Kevin for not picking up the phone! If I didn't consider it to be excruciatingly funny I think I might have never forgive you for that.
But dwelling on my lost leg modeling career anno 1999 isn't really going to get me anywhere. The real problem is that I don't really know what I want yet. All I know is that it is extremely unlikely to have anything to do with my legs...
Would you buy these breechers? Well, I did and they are very good indeed.... Hmmm, I'm sure I wouldn't have had to actually write the add. Surely they'd have people for that sort of thing...
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