Things needed...

1) "Tourist" trip to Seattle. Primary visit for me.

2) Primary research done.

3) An awesome SLR camera.

4) Volunteer work and networking; establishing connections.


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So much to do, and I'm not getting any younger. Poop.

Masquerade, paper faces on parade

For the past 6 years, I've worked in customer service in reception. The first three years were downright miserable, boring, and in no way reinforcing. But the past 3 years have been topsy turvy...I can love my job and hate it at the same time. And while I am absolutely good at my job, great even, some say born for it, I think I pretty much hate it at this point. I hate being fake. I hate putting up this mask: a perfect, sunny, ass kissing receptionist. That's now who I am. My idea of perfection is going to work in jeans and a sweater by boat and sitting on the water taking aimless notes, while watching whales take a breath from the cool Pacific water. NOT sitting at a desk, under fluorescent lighting tending to people's needs and fighting about high invoices.

The issue is that as I get older, my tolerance for stupidity lowers and lowers...and lowers. It is at a zero tolerance at this point. Working with animals is my only satisfaction, and I know that that is what is going to drive me to finally let it go when the time is right. It could be months or years from now, but I want to make sure that it doesn't keep me tied down...

Orca Girl

There are so many things I want to do...

I want to grow up and grow old.
I want to be married with children.
I want to maybe have more animals than children.
I want to publish a novel.
I want to be a guidance counselor, simply for paying it forward.
I want to live in a completely different place, to start from scratch, to get away from the small bubble town that I've never left.

But above all things, I want to make a difference in this world.

Since I was young, my heart has been with the ocean. Before I could understand my family, my living situation, and school, I knew the life of most of the marine mammals in our beautiful waters. Those meant more to me than anything. They kept me going. They kept my dreams afloat amongst their glorious waves.

As I grew up, I came to the realization that I wouldn't be swimming in money and be able to retire early. I knew that it would take a long time to get on my feet and to finally be where I wanted to be. But I was okay with that, and I still am. As I grow older, I know that I must make sacrifices for what I want, but in the end I hope that I get the acknowledgment that I deserve. I hope to make a difference for these whales and dolphins in need. I want to make a difference in this environment. I want to shout from the rooftops what I want and then go out and be able to do it, and I will.

This mermaid will sing her song for everyone to hear soon enough...