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For the past week or so there’s been an old adage rolling around in my brain: “Dress for the job you want.

I practically applied this concept years ago when I needed to seek more gainful employment, and put the aspirations of being a professional actor/whatever to rest.  I had debts to pay, and the few and far between low paying, non-union gigs weren’t enough to supplement my occasional temping assignments or part-time job at Starbucks.  When searching through job postings I caught wind of a new Target store opening with some positions yet to be filled.  So, I applied and then within a few days received a call for an interview.

My usual m.o. for the interview process is to adorn the professional looking slacks, shirt, and tie. But this time I was desperate, so I tried to pull off a mind ‘eff of sorts.  Instead of the typical “Joe Schmo Need-A-Job” wear I threw on khakis, and a red button up.  I would go to the interview dressed as a Target employee with the intent of implanting the visual cue for the hiring manager to see me as a Target employee, and to a degree I do believe it worked.  I went in to apply for a staff position and to my surprise went through 3 rounds of interviews that day and was offered a department lead position… and so began my journey into retail middle management, but I digress.

While I’m sure that days “success” didn’t hinge entirely upon my choice of wardrobe, I know it couldn’t have hurt.  By dressing like that, I was able to not only better project myself as a solid Target employee during the interviews, but I also made it a lot easier for them to see me as such.  They saw me as a Target employee, and I became one. And I’ve recently come to realize I’ve been co-opting my dreams ever since.

I want, and need that to change.

I’m the one who needs to make the change, and I do believe I can.  I think I may just need to rework my scientific method a bit.

Dressing for the Life I Want

Last week on formspring.me I was asked by a friend “When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

My response was reflexive: “An actor in TV/Film as well as a Voice Over Actor for Cartoons… Still do.

When I look in the mirror in the morning, it’s rather plain to see that golly gee… I’ve grown up.  So, what the hell am I waiting for?

I’ve made efforts in the past to pursue those dreams, but they ultimately went deferred for the pursuit of just making a buck to get by.  Which is certainly a means to an end, but not the way I want to go about doing things.  Being handcuffed to a paycheck, trying to feel satisfied with spending the bulk of my time doing something I’m not über passionate about, and telling myself that I’ll get around to all my other aspirations during some magical, future oasis of time.  That “future time” does not exist. All there is is right now, so I need to get cracking. I need to take the steps to embody the life I want.

For almost 10 years I’ve been stifling the desire to see these dreams through.  Casting them off as folly, because I managed to fall into the trap of convincing myself that it wasn’t practical… that I just needed to keep my head down and work a job and collect a paycheck.  And while I know that I am capable of that, I also know that it makes my heart throw up on itself.

And that’s just gross.

Progress

In the past week, I’ve found and updated the old acting resumé, and submitted it as well as other materials to a local casting agency.  I’ve also sought out and am receiving help in regards to assembling a voice over demo reel. This is a ball that didn’t take very much in the way of time or effort to get rolling, and while I’m proud of what I’ve got cooking thus far, I am rather pissed at moi for having delayed for so long. But I need to get over that and keep focused.

I’m not sure where I fell off the track of following through on personal goals and ambitions, but that’s going to end. I wish it were as easy as an off switch, but due to the lame ass cocktail of fear and insecurities I’ve picked up along the way, I’m finding it to be much more challenging. That being said, I refuse to again be self-defeated.  And am using that fear gauge as an indicator that I’m likely on the right path.

Inspirato

Here are some sites I’ve been frequenting to aid the process of reworking my mind grapes back into a more confident and danger’esque form.

Illuminated Mind – Site author Jonathan Mead states his objective simply as “Creating a social movement of people liberating themselves through living on their own terms.” There are lots of really good articles and case studies in support of thinking outside the box and steering clear from the traps of social convention.  It rather speaks to me.

The Quarterlife Quest – A recent, and very pleasant discovery from Eran Norton that topically is wicked in sync with my current state of mind.  She’s more than a few steps ahead of me in the action taking department and is doing rather well, which inspires and fills me with even more hope.

Seeing Good – Written by Lori Deschene, I visit this site and her contributed articles to tinybuddha.com when I’m in need of a positivity boost, or know I need to take time for a moment of meditation and mindfulness.

Four Hour Blog – As the blog component to his book The 4 Hour Work Week,  author, entrepreneur, kick boxer, tango world record holder, and lots of other stuff  Tim Ferriss provides even more resources, insight, and case studies in regards to living life more effectively and filtering out the unnecessary crap we’re all so good at burdening ourselves with. I love checking in and not only seeing what he’s up to, but reading/watching the stories of those who successfully applied the basic principles he preaches. [Scope the book on Amazon here.]

Wrapping this Mofo Up

So here I am… focused on getting back to my goals and passions and seeing them through.  And making  moves towards dressing as the me I want to be.

Mike Wong: Tech savvy entertainer and all around do-gooder.

Photo Credit: SolheimPhotography_Linda


Team Teamwork, the folks behind last year’s “The Ocarina of Rhyme“, have just dropped another sublime working of hip-hop and video game scores on the masses. As the title cleverly implies this round the focus is on the much loved (and über hyped) Final Fantasy 7, and features pairings of classic game tunes mixed with the likes of Kool Keith, Tom Waits, MF DOOM, Clipse, and Ghostface Killah.

While projects of this sort are definitely not made for mass appeal, whether or not you find yourself in the target niche it’s worth checking out if you’re one who enjoys beats or have ever felt the impulse to strike a sword twirling victory pose.

I am certainly of the sort that is currently self consciously grooving and bopping while my lady walks by and shakes her head with a smile in a way that only someone who loves me could. Because…  yeah.

Vinyl Fantasy 7 is available for on-line streaming as well as donation based download. Check it, yo!

[Thanks to @bburbank for the heads up!]


Umm… Happy 2010!  So clearly I fell off the wagon with consistant posting, but that’s going to change!  At least I tell myself as such.  In effort to finish what I started in December, and move on with my bloggin’ life here’s my first venture into the realm of video blogs.  Clearly there’s work to be done yet, but in spite of that, please enjoy. :)

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Monday evening I’ll be partaking in perhaps the most significant car ride of this year. What began as a trip charted as a holiday venture to visit my über preggo sister in PA for the Christmas holiday, and then on the return swing through Ohio to visit a super close friend of Tara’s suddenly became stark in nature.

Tara and I will still be couped up in her Saturn Vue for nearly 40 hours round trip (a relationship test that my mild insecurities have me needlessly worried about).  There will still be books (audio and tangible) and magazines packed amongst mad libs, snacks, and various playlists loaded onto iPods.  But now we’re driving to Ohio first, as we received the awful news that there was a tragic loss

While on long road trips I often unwittingly zone out amidst the road noise and soothing tones of whatever podcast or book I’m listening to.  Thoughts of recent days, memories long ago, or just general reflection. The notion of the frailty and preciousness of life is readily absorbed and acknowledged, but I find often taken for granted and too easily falls to the back burner of one’s mind.  I don’t know that I will experience this trip or be able to allow myself to not keep these concepts front and center any longer as how could they possibly be made any more apparent than by a family’s loss of a child.

So many broken hearts, my Tara’s included. 

There are no words for a loss like this.  And if there are any, I don’t feel confident in my place or ability to deliver them.  

But what I am confident in is my ability to love, support, and sincerely hug like no mo-fo has ever been loved, supported, or hugged before.

I’ll be packing that too.

I have a hunch it just might be needed.

 

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It’s with a very heavy heart that I share the news Tara and I awoke to early this morning…


Hello all. We wanted to thank you for all the thoughts and prayers. We couldn’t have made it through the past few weeks without you. We are also saddened to announce that Ayden peacefully passed away today. He is such a beautiful amazing boy and we are grateful to have had the past two years with him. We know he is happy in Heaven, possibly playing with cars and trains, and he will always be here. We will be making final arrangements for him over the next few days and will let you know when we will be holding a service for him.

Thanks again.

Love,
Catherine, Kenji & Ayden 

Thank you to all who read, shared, and held Ayden in your thoughts and prayers.  Please continue to do so for the Miller/Matsuura familes.  

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“Interesting” is most certainly how I’d sum up my 2009.  An incredibly full blend of loss, stress, frustration, rebirth, discovery, socializing, karaoke, dipping my toes into the “dating scene”, quickly removing aforementioned toes from said scene because the “scene” felt too much like an awkward joke people play on themselves, re-learning to be comfortable with myself and acknowledge my worth, breathing, soul-searching, acknowledging my passions, forging plans to get there, stopping to smell the roses, stumbling upon a true partnerbi-coastal travel, laughter, love, snuggles, driving, and growth.

My foundation was shaken to the core, my eyes re-opened, and I wouldn’t change a dang thing about it. :)

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I absolutely LOVE coffee and could geek out forever experiencing various blends, roasts, brews… but I just don’t crave the stuff.  It might be that it’s somewhat in my blood as my mom and her father before her both had stints roasting beans and running coffee shops respectively; and while my time spent in the trenches as a barista at “FourBucks” are some of my fondest memories… somewhere along the way I hit a wall with coffee.  We have our mutual respect, but I think I began to grow weary I started seeing it as more of a utility drink to force my way through my days doing things I don’t have my heart fully invested in, combined with the jittery, edgey, aggro-monster I’d sometimes become because of it.

Which is why earlier this year I began really gearing up my mind grapes to delve into the world of tea, moving from the off the shelf bagged variety (though I do love me some Tazo Zen blend in a pinch) and into the more diverse loose teas.  Unfortunately I didn’t get too far into my exploration this year, BUT I did find a tea that knocked my socks off!

Peet’s Jasmine Downy Pearls variety is all sorts of soothing.  The taste is very subtle, clean, and sweet enough that I didn’t feel it necessary to add sugar or honey.  But what’s the big win is the aroma, especially if you’re a fan of Jasmine.  Another really fun aspect of this tea is that as it steeps the balled up “pearl” leaves bloom and unfurl into their more natural leafy state, and the aroma gradually takes on it’s more subtle complexities.  And through all this it’s never over powering.

To bolster my conviction on my tea journey I’m shopping around for a modestly priced infuser for home so I can better watch what the tea does through it’s steeping process, and would greatly appreciate any reccomendations.  I’m easily amused, sure, but I like what I like, and I hope you enjoy it too. :)

 

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Anywhere near this girl.

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I find myself in a bit of a sitch, as I purposely refrained from blogging about my best challenge of this year.  It was quite the maelstrom of suck, as long term relationships that come to a sudden and rocky conclusion can be, and I felt it inappropriate to really wax nostalgic upon it in the open ‘verse that is the internet.

HOWEVER…  As I reflect upon my personal best album of ‘09, not a new discovery mind you, but the one that helped me pull up the proverbial boot straps and carry me through, I realize I can’t really talk about this without at some points referring to “that” as they were so heavily entwined at times.  I may indulge in vaguenss from time to time, so please forgive and bear with.

I love to dance.  I love to move… shimmy… shake.

I don’t do any of these things well.

But with the proper groove, I just can’t help myself.  J-Tim and Tim-bo are my official proprietors of said groove.

Early this year, in my lowest of lows, this album picked me up from the title opening (and wicked hot!) track “FutureSex/LoveSound” right through to the end.  It’s damn near impossible to not feel alive, to want to howl at the moon, and/or moonwalk all over one’s home.  Perhaps this is not the case for all, but it certainly is for me as I did all of these things several times over.

There was one moment in particular with this album that really caught me off guard.  It was the week after both moving into my spacious new rental, and returning home from a business trip to find out that my very significant other of the previous 4 years was leaving me to be on her own to figure things out… and then finding out she almost immediately re-coupled with a co-worker.  I was in the new pad washing dishes, and dancing around to JT, as I’m wont to do, and then “What Goes Around… Comes Around” (a song I’d heard countless times before) played, and I suddenly realized I was crying.

Crying over a dance-pop track.

It was one of those moments where one never thinks they’ll find themselves.  I will state that whatever feelings of momentary embarrassment that were coursing through me were quickly replaced by an even more awkward empowerment… the sort where if I were in possession of a purse I’d tell someone near by to hold it, and where I wearing fancy pumps, I’d imagine they’d be removed and in my right hand as I held them over my head.

… I’m not so certain that such feelings are a good thing, or even smart to share in an open forum… BUT THE POINT IS… I felt great.  I felt alive, and that was what was most important to my new course of movin’ up and movin’ on.

“If you ain’t got socks, you ain’t got much… but if you’ve got ‘em you may as well pull ‘em up.”  - Bruce Campbell?

Through my journey of recovery and rebirth, these tunes kept me going… and when I found myself again the sounds were celebration.  And when I found myself dumbstruck at having discovered love again, but of the variety that I’d long ago discounted as being just a foolish dream of mine, to have a partner so connected and amazing through and through… this album was herald.

But as @levarburton often noted, ”don’t take my word for it.”  

Please, take a listen for yourself.  :)