Bad bouy

I have been floating around aimlessly as of late. Not happy, not miserable just hiding. Hiding in the treasures of Hulu. A wonderful creation where I can distract myself with show after show of imaginary people with their imaginary lives. I love it. I hate it. I am lost.

I have lost my drive. I have no goals. The goals I set for this year have been trumped and twisted. I have had no clear vision of what I want and where I want to go. My 34th birthday is next week, and I have reached the road to ambivalence. I cant think of anything that I might want that doesn't have to do with jewelry or work. Who am I?

Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.

Close to home

I have been in the funeral business for ten years come this October. In my line of work I do everything from sitting with the family to doing the actual removal to the actual art of embalming restoration reconstruction down to casketing, cosmetics dressing and scheduling the event itself. My previous supervisors have tried to convince me that I am a sales person; that I am here to sell sell sell. Quite frankly I don't believe that. I am not a sales person. I take personal offense to being called a sales person, and anyone who would awesome this of me I simply dismiss as someone who is not worth my time.

I am an event planner, like wedding I don’t believe one should go into debt this special day. What I do is sit down with my family and talk with them ab0ut their wishes, and help them make this the most beautiful day we can given the circumstances. If they can not afford the bells and whistles I give them assistance on where to get a nice register book, or how to make a photo collage where the best place to get flowers from, so that their services can be within reason.

I take my job to heart because people are in a very vulnerable place in their lives, guilt, depression even peer pressure play a big part in the planning of a funeral. and because of such I have a strict personal rule against working with those I know either through blood or friendship.

Currently have an acquaintance who is suffering the imminent loss of their loved one, and while they are merely seeking advice on planning and guidance, I am greatly unnerved at their request. I will assist them because it is my place, my doing, I fear being looked at like I am Thanatos, the harbinger of death, when in reality I would like to think of myself as guide helping your loved one through their transition as much as I am helping you.

Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.

Being blogged

As we slip into Autumn with the crazy fantastic weather, I am seeing the fall colors pop out more and more. Here it is more so evident with this blog where my honeycomb bracelet is featured in Foundhandmade


Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.

Epiphany

I have been chomping at the bit for weeks trying to figure out what to write about in my blog, and after having a very healthy conversations with my friends Jimdandy and Monkey and seal I've determined to write about the only things I know about, which is about Life and death oddly enough. So that's what I am going to do.


Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.