Well, I think I’ve finally turned the cor­ner on this whole cold/​congestion thingy. I’m not as wiped out as I was before, and my taste buds are finally turn­ing back to normal.

Except now I think I may have passed it on to Hubby. Boo.

I’ve noth­ing excit­ing to talk about, other than it’s been over a month now that I’ve been unem­ployed. I’ve got a few inter­views set up for mid-​​June that look promis­ing. Plus I had a sec­ond inter­view for that other job I’m really inter­ested. So at this time, there’s noth­ing to do but apply for more jobs and wait.

Funky Shot from Wood­ward Ave last summer

I’m in a lit­tle bit of a dry-​​spell cre­atively right now. I’m not sure if it has to do with the over­all funk I’ve been in lately, or if all the snot hasn’t cleared out of my brains yet. Either way, I’ve found noth­ing that has struck me inspi­ra­tionally (is that even a word?).

When I get in these moods, I find that I end up either a) want­ing to read a fluffy, no heavy-​​stuff type of book, b) mind­lessly knit­ting a project that I prob­a­bly will never end up fin­ish­ing, or c) watch­ing a lot of television.

This time around I’ve opted for “C.” At first it was because it was May “sweeps” with tons of sea­son finales; but now that it’s offi­cially June, I sup­pose I have no excuse.

One day was an entire day of watch­ing Amaz­ing Wed­ding Cakes. Another day was Cake Boss. (And it’s no won­der I’ve been crav­ing cake since then … )

I should add a dis­claimer here: Lest you be wor­ried about me doing noth­ing else but watch­ing TV, just know that I haven’t. In fact, most days the tele­vi­sion doesn’t get turned on until 6 pm or later. Give me a lit­tle credit here, peeps! Dur­ing the day, I am look­ing for employment!

Any­hoo … it seems of late, that there has been a run­ning theme in what I’ve been watch­ing. Or rather … themes , since one of those themes has to do with med­i­c­i­nal mar­i­juana and how to get “licensed” in grow­ing and sell­ing such a prod­uct. But that’s not the theme that seems to be most prominent.

Lately, every show I’ve watched has touched on the topic about being happy with the job or career that one or another TV char­ac­ter has cho­sen. In each case, every char­ac­ter had either talked about doing some­thing they’re more pas­sion­ate about or spoke to some­one else about how they pre­vi­ously had a job that didn’t sat­isfy them until they went into the career that they were in now.

I can’t help won­der if these TV shows are talk­ing directly to me. Or, in the unem­ploy­ment state that I’m in right now, I’m just more sen­si­tive towards that topic. Either way, it has me ques­tion­ing what I’d be hap­pi­est doing with my life; espe­cially since the prover­bial door is wide open right now.

One of my favorite Funky Shots

Except now there’s the worry of money. And health ben­e­fits. And food and shel­ter. And all the other neces­si­ties in life.

Oh, and let’s not for­get I have no idea what I’d be hap­pi­est doing in my life. Other than loung­ing on a beach in Hawaii.

Hmmph. When did I start to become so responsible?

In any case, I’m hop­ing that I snap out of this cre­ative funk soon. Maybe embrac­ing my inner geek at Word­Camp Chicago will help … well, it’ll help me jazz up my WordPress-​​powered blog, any­way. At least I hope it will.

What about you, peeps? What do you do when you get in a cre­ative funk? And more impor­tantly, what do you do to get out of a cre­ative funk?

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