The Shock and Awe of Employment

When I was in my undergrad at CSU, Northridge (Go Matadors!) I discovered a passion – editing and proofreading the writing of others.  Or more specifically and as others might put it, fixing people’s mistakes.

Since then, I have offered my services as a freelancer to friends, family, and friends of friends.  Most of the time I did research or term papers but on occasion I would get to do fun stuff like create, proofread, edit, and distribute a birthday fact sheet or proofread/edit creative writing such as short stories and novels.

Sadly, I did not have the time to consider completing an internship in the editing/publishing field during my undergrad because I was commuting to school which I was attending full time and working part time whenever possible.  So naturally when I graduated and started looking for a job in my desired field I lacked the necessary experience which I would have gained from an internship.  Hindsight truly is 20/20.

“The Seventh Inning Stretch”

My grandfather recently passed and I’ve been in a bit of a creative slump.  So the last few weeks I have made it a mission of mine to do more writing and be more creative.  I came across this prompt in my Pinterest from a while ago and thought that it might help get some of the weight I’ve been feeling about his passing.  I originally pinned this prompt because I found it to be interesting (although not fantastically new in any way) and when I came across it the other day it seemed morbidly fitting for my mood.  The good news is, my grandfather was always a very happy and light-hearted man and his funeral was much the same. 

How To: Deal with an Aging Loved One

“Deal” in the title of this post can be read a few ways.  What I mean here is how to deal with personal emotions regarding your loved one.

My grandfather had his first major heart attack at 40.  Since then he has had so many he could be in a record book.  One weekend at the beginning of this year he had six sizable heart attacks.  I repeat, six distinct heart attacks in ONE weekend.

He is the definition of a trooper, and the best part is that he makes it through it all with a smile on his face.  Unlike most sickly patients, he decided a long time ago that