Nobody's Listening

And I guess that's okay. 

I'd rather introduce myself quietly and slowly to the cyber-void than sweat over my imperfections in front of a faceless audience. 

So it's much, much better this way.

Here's the vague, boring version:

My name is Lucy Darby. I am twenty-one years old. I live in Southern California and I do things.

In the mornings, from 9 to noon, I work as a project specialist for Saddleback College.


I design posters, postcards, flyers, advertisements, logos, etc. for the Division of Fine Arts & Media Technology. 

In the afternoon, from 2 to 7, I'm a nanny for two boys. Sean (age 6) and Ryan (age 9). 


I pick them up from school, and then we work, we play, we go to soccer practice, until their parents get home from work or it's bedtime. Whichever comes first.

On Friday mornings, I drive to San Clemente and pretend I'm a web designer for a couple hours for Mak & Jill


I upgrade their business information on Google, Yelp, Facebook, and their blog. If they like my business proposal, I'll be migrating their entire website to a new platform and streamlining their workshop registration process. 

In my spare moments, I choose to struggle with web design and coding for a friend of a friend.

These are my jobs. All paid by the hour.

These are the things I do. 

But the things I do don't necessarily define who I am. I think a lot of people, especially my age, believe this is the case. And we keep hunting for the right "thing" for us.

Nobody seems to take the time to advise us when there a lot of "right things." 

I really wish someone would say to me, "What you do for a living does not dictate your future." 

Wishful thinking.

Call me crazy. Call me stupid. I think it's a perfectly awesome intention to try dozens of the "right things" and trust that life will sort out your skills and inclinations. As long as you're moving forward, you will undoubtedly get nudged in the right direction. And I figure that's how most people get to where they are today.

Naturally, there's a lot more to the stories I've so concisely highlighted upon above. There are the stories that defined my upbringing, my education, and my work ethic... but we won't get into those right now. 

'Cause nobody's listening. 

At least. 

Not yet.

Bonus frosting to my introductory cupcake: favorite song of the week.