The other night I was mindlessly sifting through my Pinterest feed, when I came across a pin for the Blogging University at WordPress.com. I’ve been trying to get my blog off the ground for ages it seems, but I just haven’t found a steady rhythm for my writing.
So, I followed the pin down a rabbit hole of materials until I landed on the Blogging Fundamentals course. I clicked the little blue “Sign up” button and, voila! Minutes later, my first assignment arrived in my inbox.
Task #1: Write an Introduction Post
And so it begins. Again. My latest iteration on this journey to blog more and share my crazy antics as a right brained girl living in what (more often than not) feels like a left brained world.
I’m a closet creative working in IT. Matter of fact, I’m not just working in IT, but I’m working at THE dream job location. A place I’d hoped, prayed, wished, and wanted to work at more than any other place growing up!
Nonetheless, I work at the creative headquarters of a large social expressions company. What creative-type wouldn’t want to work there? Those that work in IT.
My reality set in shortly after I joined the company, many years ago. I remember making the trek to the IT department those first few days on the job. I passed the art gallery, the creative library, and a host of artist’s cubicles and workspaces on my way to the dingy old IT department day after day.
Then one day I looked back from my rundown side of the building, back into the colorful and brightly lit digs of the creatives, and thought to myself, “How the heck did this ever happen? I work in KANSAS, NOT OZ!” As if I didn’t already know life can play some funny tricks on you, I was definitely in the right place, wrong gig.
Fast forward to today. The company has since relocated to a brand new better, brighter amazing Oz. A true creative studio surrounded by total artistic inspiration at every turn.
Except, I work in the IT building out back, air-gapped to the garage.
So here I am, twelve years in, with more lemonade than one should ever make in one’s lifetime, but plenty of tales to tell of my woes as Nickle in a Pickle, the right brained girl living in this seemingly left brained world.