This is a line from the book Bringing Food Home; the Maine Example by Merry Stetson Hall, 2009.
It pertains to the mutual benefits enjoyed by apprentices and seasoned farmers, but I feel like it sums up how I have approached my work-life and quest for "right livelihood". I always feel compromised by financial need and self doubt and constrained by my conformist, nuclear family values driven left brain while my creative, rogue, dirt under my nails, fuck the (oftentimes a broken and spiritually diminishing) system, right brained self is rattling a tin cup against the bars calling for the guard.
Hence, my long, illustrative list of resume filler: kennel assistant, summer camp counselor (specializing in tennis, land sports, and arts and crafts), cross country ski shop assistant, knitting machine operator, recreation assistant, administrative assistant, human services worker, homemaker's assistant, brain injury residential specialist, home health scheduler, psychiatric technician, licensed therapist, Honda car sales, vending machine owner, community corrections case manager, telemarketing, advertising account exec. (radio and print), closet systems designer, time share sales, CNA( again) for home health and assisted living, HHA for hospice, bereavement coordinator.
Volunteer for animal welfare society, hospice, Habitat for Humanity. Classes in graphic design, architecture, copywriting, creative writing, permaculture, organic farming...
Truly, diversity is the stuff of my life and may it ever continue to be so, I just hope my next benefactor (read employer) will see the value of experience, no matter how wide ranging. Or perhaps I will land on a rarefied patch of this green earth and co-create a community of like-minded benefactors and fugitives from "the norm".
Let's hope.
Who knew gardening was so exhausting?
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Count me in on the community you create. Imagine the food we could grow!
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