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Blog Virgin

The life of a free-spirited, early 30's freelancer.

This my first blog post so..I guess you could call me a BLOG VIRGIN (shocked expression). Oh, the shame….laugh.

I am a Freelance Jewelry Artist, Entrepreneur, Wife, Fur-baby Mommy and unfortunate Retail Worker. I am a woman who wears many hats, I guess you could say. I am a day dreamer and night thinker, I strive for a better tomorrow and don’t believe in failure.

As an Artist, I enjoy making, creating and working with my hands. I see the beauty in things that others would look past. I like taking ordinary objects and turning them into something magnificent.

As an Entrepreneur, I am always striving for better. I push myself to be the best that I can be, never settling for anything less. I live a Do-it-yourself lifestyle! I believe if you want something bad enough then it is worth the struggle. I don’t have a business background, I don’t have professional training. What I do have is the determination, willpower and the courage to fight for my dreams. It can be so disheartening at times when I see people who have money opening up boutiques and living out my dream. Without the money to do so, my dreams have had to take the back route toward their destinations. It makes me angry sometimes that money holds such an importance in society. Sadly though, money puts a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. Wouldn’t it be nice if, money was not the center of the universe? If we, could live with economic equality, instead the rich continue to get richer and the poor continue to get poorer. It is sickening, the substantial variance between the upper and lower class. I can only wish that we lived in a world, where people did not compete for wealth and instead shared with one and other. This is, of course, an idealized fantasy of mine, but heck a girl can dream can’t she?

As a Wife, I am happily married and childless. This is NOT due to the inability to procreate, it is due to a personal choice. I don’t think it is selfish for both hubby and I to want to live lives of our own. A life filled with passion, adventure, and spontaneity. A life free from restrictions, financial obligations, and parental responsibilities. Life is challenging enough, without adding a rugrat in the mix, why complicate things further? I do not feel incomplete! All aspects of my life bring me fulfillment and I wish that other people could understand this. I often get asked about my choice to not have children and the responses I get are generally negative. I receive critical comments that seem to reflect the belief that choosing to not have children is selfish.

However, the majority of the people who tell me that my choice is selfish, are in fact, unhappy parents. I watch as many parents struggle to get by financially, their romance with their partner dies and their zest for life fades away into the sunset. When you become a parent, there is almost an unspoken rule that you must let go of your own hopes and dreams; as the world now revolves around this new little human being that you created. Personally, I think postpartum depression is just the realization, that your life as you knew it – no longer exists. Your body has been through something traumatic and your world has been virtually turned upside down. It is socially unacceptable to talk about these feelings because when this little “bundle of joy,” that is crying, pooping, vomiting and everything else, arrives you are supposed to be as happy as a clam. As a new mother, you are expected to smile, make it look easy and somehow to know exactly what to do at all times. The funny thing is though, there is no rule book – no magic wand to fix everything. I admire the strength parents have, especially as new parents. The sleepless nights, dirty diapers and eternity of parenting must be utterly exhausting! I can’t say that I would sign up for those duties, however, I am great-full that my parents decided to when they had me. I am not saying that all parents feel this way and my intention is not to offend. This is solely my personal opinions, beliefs, and thoughts and that is the beauty of having freedom of speech. I won't sugar coat it, I won't wrap it up and put a little bow on it because life is messy and so am I.

As a fur-baby Mommy, I truly believe my dog is the perfect alternative to having a child. “She gives me love and affection, the baby did I mention” (sorry I have OMI – “Cheerleader” song stuck in my head). I am one happy fur-baby mommy, my dog brings me so much joy and is my little angel. I think my maternal bonding with my fur-baby, is more than enough to meet my mothering needs.

My life as a Retail Worker is marvelous and full of rainbows and dancing unicorns..said no one ever! It is a job that single-handedly will make you hate and loathe all of humanity. It is a job where you are expected to smile when you literally want to punch the customer in the face. You must work long hours for crap pay, get treated like crap and where most staff members crap their pants whenever head management rolls into town. In other words, it is one hell of a crappy job! When you are employed in this line of work, there is a special set of torture that only retail workers can appreciate. We are thrown into every uncomfortable situation possible, dealing with the biggest idiots on the face of the earth. You are expected to remain calm, friendly, upbeat and positive while enduring all of this. Sometimes I wonder if retail work is a secretly disguised hell!

Well, that is all for now folks. Peace Out!