I quit my job last month and my last day is next Wednesday. I just felt as though it was time to move on, although move on to what I am not entirely sure of yet – SHIZER. Off into the unknown I will dance or limp or sway while trying to figure out what to do next. I emailed two of my great friends “what do you think I would be good at job wise”. First to reply was Paddy – I should have known better I thought as his first response was “how honest do you want me to be???” however, for one of the first times ever in our friendship he kind of made sense and wasn’t appallingly rude (he wont be offended by me saying this, it’s the kind of banter/friendship we have and he is a legend). He replied:
“I think you really need to do something that you are interested in or an area that you actually care about.Most people, including me, all do jobs they don’t give a sh*t about or find boring but cope just climbing slowly up the ladder in the boring old rat race!You probably get bored easily or simply just don’t see the point in what you are doing so need something more demanding/satisfying to do! you are quite determined though so perhaps you should start something up of your own? Don’t ask me what as I am always trying to think of things I can do from scratch!!”
He then persisted to write another emailing saying I could be a prostitute, although “I don’t think you would be able to charge very much” – good to know.
Then there was Ben’s response:
“I think you need to do something that you can combine your two favourite things, smoking 40 a day and drinking red wine… why not look at something in the entertainment industry, you love, I mean LOVE music, food, fashion. If you think less about the importance of the job and more following your heart I think you will come up with the answer quicker than you realise.”
This has all got me thinking. Do people always know what they want to do?. Am I the only one who has never really known? The thing is, its not like (I would like to think) I am not passionate or interested in things, I absolutely am, I have just never been one of those people who wanted to be a Vet or a Doctor etc.
Baz Luhrman wrote and sang “Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.” please be true or I am in trouble.
On the plus side, I will have 2 weeks to think about what I am going to do for the rest of my life while browning myself to a crisp as I am off to Mexico on the 10th for 2 weeks to join my husband who is working out there. Mexico equals two of my favorite things – Tequilla and chicken casadias (a tortilla filled with cheese, folded, and usually fried.)– score. Getting into a bikini – not so score.
Anyhow, In celebration of Spring and my new adventures, the next recipe is “Springtime spaghetti with meatballs, peas, lemon and parmesan” most people would not have added the meatballs with a bikini lurking in the back of their minds. I, however, was starving last tonight, so this is with meatballs and it was worth it:
Prep time:15 mins, cook time:20 mins
400.0g pork mince
1 small onion , grated
4 garlic cloves , crushed
zest ½ lemon
50.0g grated Parmesan
1.0 tbsp olive oil
150.0ml double cream
200.0g fresh or frozen peas , defrosted if frozen
handful parsley , roughly chopped
Mix the mince, onion, garlic and zest with half the Parmesan and some seasoning, then shape into walnut-sized meatballs:
Heat the oil in a non-stick pan and fry the meatballs for 10-12 mins until golden:
Meanwhile, cook the pasta following pack instructions, drain and reserve 150ml of the cooking liquid. Add the cream and 100ml pasta water to the meatballs, scraping the bottom of the pan to get all the sticky bits off. Bubble until thick and the meatballs are cooked through.Add the peas, cook for a further 2 mins, then add the parsley:
Stir through the pasta with a splash more pasta water to make the whole thing saucy. Sprinkle over the remaining Parmesan and serve. Below is the perfect example of just how much I like cheese:
Conclusion: the Baz Lurman quote originates from “everyboys free” which I love and is below:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.