Success
Today I am filling out an application form (insert wide eyed panic, gulping for air and pained shrieking) which asked for my biggest success to date.
How is it that I have become 23 years old with no SINGLE SUCCESS WHICH COMES TO MIND?
I have been working on this application for what seems like a million years and yet there are two questions which continue to stump me. The answers completely elude me.
Tell us about your biggest success to date?
Tell us your best idea so far and how you learnt from it?
WHAT?
Best idea: being sat outside on a wonderfully sunny day reading my book in bliss, with the sun beating down gently on my shoulders, warming my skin like a gentle sunny caress, a cup of tea steaming on the edge of the armrest.
Does that count?
Not exactly earth shattering/please hire me right this second/I am a marketing genius that you NEED in your company this second/someone give me a job.
Who even knows what my success is. Graduating? The moment I heard my name and burst into tears, to blub as I shook the chancellors hand and almost fell over a railing trying to get off the stage in my panicked hysteria at being thrust into the world, scroll in hand.
Enough.
Back to the proverbial drawing board.
I have been reading though, aha, success!
I read:
Fun Home- Alison Bechdel
How to be both- Ali Smith
Insurgent- Veronica Roth
Fun Home was wonderfully funny and painfully sad in the fantastic crossover genre of memoir graphic novels. Smith's novel I have been meaning to read for such a long time that I completely devoured it. The intricacy which with she weaves together such separate narratives and the delicacy with which she handles such giant concepts, identity, sex, gender, happiness, art, consumption, family domesticity, was mesmerising.
I can only hope that my work can ever emanate even a touch of her genius.
Anyway, the sunshine beckons, as does an invitation to a waseema this afternoon.
Better don my beautiful yellow sari and disappear :)
Soundtrack: the wonderful Pvris, whose album I am OBSESSED WITH.
so many shouty capitals. Sorry, it's that kinda day.
Adios!
How is it that I have become 23 years old with no SINGLE SUCCESS WHICH COMES TO MIND?
I have been working on this application for what seems like a million years and yet there are two questions which continue to stump me. The answers completely elude me.
Tell us about your biggest success to date?
Tell us your best idea so far and how you learnt from it?
WHAT?
Best idea: being sat outside on a wonderfully sunny day reading my book in bliss, with the sun beating down gently on my shoulders, warming my skin like a gentle sunny caress, a cup of tea steaming on the edge of the armrest.
Does that count?
Not exactly earth shattering/please hire me right this second/I am a marketing genius that you NEED in your company this second/someone give me a job.
Who even knows what my success is. Graduating? The moment I heard my name and burst into tears, to blub as I shook the chancellors hand and almost fell over a railing trying to get off the stage in my panicked hysteria at being thrust into the world, scroll in hand.
Enough.
Back to the proverbial drawing board.
I have been reading though, aha, success!
I read:
Fun Home- Alison Bechdel
How to be both- Ali Smith
Insurgent- Veronica Roth
Fun Home was wonderfully funny and painfully sad in the fantastic crossover genre of memoir graphic novels. Smith's novel I have been meaning to read for such a long time that I completely devoured it. The intricacy which with she weaves together such separate narratives and the delicacy with which she handles such giant concepts, identity, sex, gender, happiness, art, consumption, family domesticity, was mesmerising.
I can only hope that my work can ever emanate even a touch of her genius.
Anyway, the sunshine beckons, as does an invitation to a waseema this afternoon.
Better don my beautiful yellow sari and disappear :)
Soundtrack: the wonderful Pvris, whose album I am OBSESSED WITH.
so many shouty capitals. Sorry, it's that kinda day.
Adios!
Comments
Post a Comment