Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
Assalam alaikum wr wb,
I hate money.
I hate it because I want it and need it so badly.
Money buys things I couldn’t possibly get otherwise. Money causes decades-long rifts between family members. Money buys freedom and education. Money enslaves everyone.
But let’s not get metaphysical. Let’s get real. What is this blog post really about?
Simply put – I need a job. I don’t need a job. I’m skiving off my dear husband’s brilliance. I actually want a job. I feel like a waste of space and a waste of a college education.
Sure, I’m screenwriting. But I am wondering in real terms how much I’m benefiting people in this here initial stages between dream and cinematic dream.
I’m talking to people online. I’m making connections and giving support. I’m putting my energy into writing the very best screenplay I can, but I’m letting go of the outcome anyway. It’s okay if it’s horrible. I’ll even be happy if it is, because a) I’ll know that I have the humility and the brains enough to recognize when something is bad and b) learning is fun.
It’s better than doing. Doing is terrifying.
This is why job applications are terrifying.
It’s the judgment thing. As someone recovering from social anxiety, the thought of a job interview is terrifying.
This is perhaps the only reason why I don’t want to apply for jobs. I don’t want to be judged and found wanting. I guess because I already find myself wanting. I would not like to have that opinion confirmed.
But this is part of being an adult. Being rejected. Over. And over. And over. Again. This part of life. This is part of my learning curve for failure.
This is part of faking it till I become it.
I care about the work I do, even if it isn’t screenwriting. I care about telling a good story, writing a good article, doing better than I did before.
That’s why it doesn’t work, it hurts so very bad.
I don’t think this is about money at all. I’ve written a couple of screenplays and am getting very excited about the feature I’m working on. But I’ve done nothing for money in the past 10 months.
That statement is sitting now in my chest and in my gut. With no emotional charge around it at all.
I feel fine about that.
Why then do I want a job? Why then do I need a job?
- Getting a salary or getting paid, like it or not, is a great psychological security blanket. It can only make my writing better.
- In this peculiar world economy, all our futures are uncertain. I want to be able to have an income if we find ourselves in a crisis.
- Working challenged me to think outside my own box. I met some weird and wonderful people and found I had a taste for weird and wonderful things. Educational and youth activism. Women’s rights. Art as emotional release. God knows what I’ll discover while doing my next job.
- If I’m not contributing to humanity, I am quite right in thinking myself useless. I want to give back to my community with my skills.
Is that reason enough? I think it is.
God’s love, peace and protection with you.
The Happy (and constantly searching) Muslimah
P.S. Happy birthday to me. I’m 26 today. Now to find a job. If you know anyone who needs an online writer, I’m your woman!