I have 23 drafts of blog entries that are unlikely to ever be published. Some of them are there because I couldn’t get a handle on the subject enough to turn them into a worthwhile posting. Others were never meant to be seen.
Do you ever get the urge to tell someone exactly what you think of them no matter how much it might hurt or how much damage it might do to your relationship with them? Sometimes I feel like I’m in an episode of Six Feet Under where in some parallel dream sequence everyone acts on impulse.
Those completed posts which keep their draft status are basically rants, I have to get it out of my system somehow or I might punch a wall. They are the things I would never say to people’s faces because I know the effect they would have. But secretly I wish I didn’t care that much and just said what I thought.
So for now, Blogger shall be my listening ear. Because sometimes I have to VENT.
My post earlier this week about naturism saw a surprising lift in blog traffic. I haven’t posted much these last few months, things have been hectic and my attention has been diverted elsewhere. My blog a day is definitely NOT a blog a day anymore.
There’s no doubt this has been the most popular post I’ve ever published which I have found intriguing for many reasons. So I looked at the stats for my other entries. ‘Baring All‘ was closely followed by my post about literary tattoos way back in January and creativity and the educational sphere in May. Interesting that they all relate to body image and personal expression. And it got me thinking..
People are far more aware of their personal happiness and well-being these days. This is a good thing although I do wonder where this change of direction has come from. A recession that has restricted our spending power and made us more self sufficient? Perhaps we’re just all fed up of the rat race and want a simpler life. All the things I wrote about were to do with getting back to basics, being happy from within and being at one in your own mind with who you are. These are important if you are to master the rest of the world around you. After all, if you’re not happy with yourself how can you be happy with anything else?
My introduction to naturism has been a huge help. It’s been an odd few months and the fall out from finishing my degree has put a lot of things into perspective, things I thought I had already worked out. It’s been a shock to the system. All around me there are people caught up in unnecessary stress. Sometimes they are things of their own making, sometimes they are work related and you can’t always escape that, sometimes it’s just personal politics which I really don’t have time for.
Certainly things have changed for me. I am my own boss now, I can pick and choose my hours, my company, how I spend the precious hours I have away from my work. But it also means that I spend a lot of time on my own as I work from home. And I suppose that has been the hardest adjustment to make, going from a busy University course to being self sufficient.
I had planned a routine that would get me out of the house regularly and stop me getting too introverted. But I do like my own company and I haven’t been able to implement the new regime just yet due to other commitments. At the moment it’s been punctuated by more leisure time than I am normally used to and to say I have drifted and lost direction is the understatement of the year.
I should reach a turning point soon. I just need to shake off my student ways and get on with being me again. It’s been three years. I think I have earned the right to fall off the treadmill for a short time.
Anyway, to end here’s another snippet on life from a naturists point of view. We love this! Clothes optional
Like many women I have body issues. Nothing serious. Just the usual insecurities inflicted on me by a media keen to sell a perfect body image. To be honest, I could never get that obsessed about looking like that. I’m not self destructive or that vain and I don’t live a lifestyle or work a job that requires me to fit the image. I am a self preservationist and I know when enough is enough. But there’s no denying I’ve tried a few fad diets over the years, exercised impatiently and got bored waiting for the results and I’ve tried everything in moderation without success. Eventually though, you have to realise you are made the way you’re made and that as long as you’re healthy and in control, you should be happy.
|Yep, we come in all different shapes and sizes – source|
I am not an exhibitionist, far from it. And though I have done a couple of nude photoshoots in my time it wasn’t the experience I would have hoped for. I didn’t feel any more at ease, if anything I felt even more self critical. The difference with attending a beach, sun club or swim is that it’s not about wanting to flaunt everything in public for the sake of it or about how good the body looks to those around you, it’s just about not wearing clothes because you like to not wear clothes. Finding like minded souls to bare all with has been great fun and also surprisingly easy.
Everyone is incredibly easy going and non judgmental. My self critical stance paled into insignificance when I was alongside other people. I realised I actually didn’t look that bad and I wondered what I’d been worrying about. The best bit about it is that it’s entirely non-sexual and this is probably why so many people can’t grasp the concept of what naturism really is all about.
|Peer pressure, media advertising, fashion – so many
influences, so unrealistic. Sometimes the effects can be
devastating to both men and women, young and old: source
At the end of the day, we’re all the same kind of creature. We have all the same things in pretty much the same places. It’s only age, genetics and lifestyle that dictate how we look close up. I love the lack of preconceptions everyone has about each other at the events I’ve attended so far. No one is ‘checking anyone else out’ or comparing body shapes and sizes. Everyone is there for the same reasons – no clothes. And that’s about it.
I like my new social circle. They are some of the nicest people I’ve met in a long time. They are liberated, non critical and have no preconceived notions about the body imperfect. And this is so refreshing.
For those of you interested in reading more – here are some blogs and websites by a few friends and acquaintances. Any questions, you know you can ask.
This cropped up on Facebook the other week followed a long string of comments about the value of education and the usefulness of a degree. It’s painfully true though in our modern age. My personal feeling is that getting that all important qualification has overshadowed the importance of life skills and experience in the real world. This is a very sad state of affairs.
Once, University was the privilege of the few. Now pretty much anyone can go. It has meant that quite a few people who really should have been learning a trade from the ground up and acquiring some life skills were cocooned in a never ending spiral of education. What it means in the long term is that there are a huge number of people leaving education in their twenties who have few life skills to equip them for the real world and the world of work. And even the standard of their education, from what I have heard from some employers, has been dubious. I keep hearing about poor levels of literacy, unacceptable work ethics and a lack of basic common sense in many new interns and graduates. You do wonder what on earth is going on in the classroom.
This isn’t the same in all courses however. In the medical profession for instance, substantial placements are part of the curriculum. And so it should be across the board.
Of course we are still in a recession. There is no doubt that continued study staves off signing on at the job centre, something the Government is happy about because it looks far better on the statistics for them to be in education rather than on the dole. But it’s not necessarily a worthwhile investment. Because in this day and age, if you need a job, just any job, your qualifications might not mean anything to anyone.
We have reached a peak. There was a time when if you had a University education, you would have been top of the interview pile for any job. Now you have to get a first in many degrees just to get to the first stage, because everyone seems to have that all important degree. If you have a third, don’t even bother. So what next?
Well many employers are now turning to CV’s and looking at work experience, what you’ve done with your life, not solely your list of qualifications. It’s become clear to many employers that you cannot always substitute education for life lessons. And many graduates finding work experience placements during their course might get lucky if they play their cards right as The Guardian reported in January of last year. The major concern is that many 21 year olds leaving Uiversity have little or no relevant work experience in their chosen field with which to impress potential employers.
There are also many degrees that at one time would never have had a course attached to them – mostly in the arts. If you were creative and inspired and you wanted to be, say, an artist or a writer, you just went out and did it. If you were talented and worked hard enough someone would eventually spot you.
How do you grade creativity? It’s a personal preference and styles and tastes change. Just because your lecturer might not like the way you painted that country scene it doesn’t mean it is wrong or deserves a bad grade. It’s because your interpretation is different. Why should you have to be told how to fit in as a creative individual? It’s about personal expression.
In what I do the course has been useful from a technical point of view. As a manufacturing course it has been invaluable but as a creative course – I’m beginning to wonder. And courses such as this are desperately over subscribed so how do you stand out from the rest of the grads in your year? The answer is simple to a point – work experience.
Use your independent creativity, make the most of your contacts, and make your own work to promote you as a person to be taken seriously by employers. If you’re a fashion designer for instance – make things and get them professionally photographed. It ISN’T difficult to do with so many TF teams around. If you behave like a professional, people will treat you like one.
You have to think on your feet once you leave University in whatever your chosen field. Take note if you are advised to get work experience as part of your course. And use the long summers in between to boost your employability. It will make a difference somewhere along the line.
I was a very angry, fired up and passionate person when I was young. I ranted and raved manically inside and was enthusiastic to a fault for the things I believed in or that captured my imagination. My commitment to a good cause was unparalleled.
But age and experience are masters at crushing enthusiasm and reminding you that you can’t always beat the system. Now I am a cynic to a fault, although I have had many bouts of enthusiasm again over the years. These days I am far more laid back. There are things I know I cannot change and other things I wish I could but I just can’t muster up the energy to jump up and down and scream about because I know it’s not always possible to work the system. I do miss experiencing that passion. I am disappointingly submissive in many things these days although occasionally I can still get fired up.
I was reminded recently just how much that spark had gone out whilst chatting to a younger friend who is hopefully about to embark on her University career and knows what she wants to do and where she is going. She is driven and committed to her beliefs and her views which I find admirable. She reminds me of me in many ways.
When you’re young, even up to the end of your University life, before you get bogged down by the 9 – 5, keeping a roof over your head and the triviality of every day life and the people in it, you think you can do anything. You study the subjects you love and have free time to indulge yourself. University may teach you some harsh lessons about ‘the system’ and post Uni will remind you that life is generally a game you have to play but you may not necessarily win. Of course, for some, it is. But for the majority of us, things generally aren’t that easy.
And whilst the cynics around my friend during that conversation insisted that one day she would be ‘just like us’, a part of me didn’t want to crush her ambitions. I want her to remain this strong and this committed to her beliefs all her life and I wanted her to be successful in all these things. After all without a generation of people with her attitude, where would we be?