I laugh to say this –
“Technology had to catch up to me”
Especially since I was a hold out on landline telephones until this year.
Locked in me is my 5 year old creative self. So many interests that, unfortunately, in the mindset of 1960’s middle class dumb were not valid careers. At least, not for a woman.
Acceptable career choices were like frame selections for glasses – four. Round, cat eye, aviator and engineer glasses (plastic top, wire bottom). Secretary, Stewardess, Telephone Operator, Housewife. Breaking outside of these boundaries were not for the faint of heart as any woman who did can now attest.
Creative endeavors were regarded as cottage industry crafts. Lots of manual labor, little profit. But I saw a world beyond craft sales. I wanted to have my own column in a magazine and publish my stories in books. Display my art on book covers and advertisements. See my photo’s in journals and coffee table books. Design clothes and merchandise. Most of all, I wanted to make epic movies like Cecil B. DeMille, Sergio Leone and John Huston. Not very likely to happen for a middle class suburbia girl.
Careers slightly outside of the norm lacked imagination. Thus, because I excelled in math, my parents envisioned a career in accounting. The only creativity I could find in that involved food – fudging the numbers and cooking the books. I was bored to tears and quit. My head was off into astronomy, physics and mechanics. I had a love affair with cars. Exploration of these pursuits were confined to books, museum visits, and much to my parents chagrin, tinkering with mechanical beings – including the car.
Womanhood arrived, dragging with it, office work, the killer of imagination.
Severely strangled, but not snuffed out, all my interests stayed with me through an emotional adulthood. They surfaced occasionally, wrecked havoc with the boredom of office work, fought with me constantly to be expressed and whenever possible completely took over all my senses and caused me to quit viable jobs. Left and right brain waged war.
Enter the digital age. My knight in shining armor.
Publish? Design? Create? Permission granted! No panel of judges to determine if I am worthy. Software and hardware abound! Upon the discovery of this new world, I plunged in with a custom built computer, affording me ten years of epic film making. Bless the internet – I publish books, design merchandise, I have my own Blog!
I don’t much care if no one ever sees my stuff. I am a child once more. That is enough. My second childhood.