depression, experience, inspiration, self help, Uncategorized

How to cope

Yesterday at one of my art classes somebody asked me how to cope with depression. I looked at them going How did you know? Back in the days of college, oh my… I was so excited they asked me, so happy to help and so glad I am not there any more.

Just in case you were wondering how to cope with depression

  1. Eat. Seriously eat something real, not just doughnuts and ice-cream.
  2. Go outside, get some vitamin D while the sun is still shining. No gadgets, please.
  3. Ask for help. Don’t just suffer in silence. It can be a friend or a stranger, up to you.
  4. Engage yourself in art of drawing, cooking, singing, dancing or knitting.
  5. Find a Meetup group for something you always wanted to do but never got a chance to actually try.
  6. Write a letter or card to somebody who deserves it, an old friend or relative.
  7. Go to public library or city park to people/dog watch. It can be real fun!

Happiness is inside us but we do need contact with others to be our better selves.

I wish you the best of luck in your daily battles!

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job, Uncategorized

4 Months

4 months I was looking for something to do hoping to get paid one day. Nothing would come up. I actually got job offers but they were totally irrelevant. And the thing is I still believed I am an educated human being so I didn’t have to say yes to anything.

One day I was hanging out with other folks at the co-op and mentioned how useless my job search was. One of my co-artists was like, hey there is a pizza place hiring one block South from here. I decided to check it out but couldn’t find it. I came back and somebody took me there and introduced to the manager as an artist from the co-op. This is how I got my first job here.

Little did I know then about pizza making business. The year or so that I worked there most of my coworkers were hired and fired while I was still around. It does help to have someone who doesn’t smoke and works like crazy. They loved me there despite all the fights and heated arguments we had. I was really ready for something else though, something better I thought to myself.

My art thing was going great. I taught art classes at the co-op twice a month and sold my art once in a while. Don’t ask me how that worked out for a beginner artist in a foreign land. I have to make it clear, I had never made any art before the age of 30. No visual art, just music and dance.

immigration, job, Uncategorized

Why

I am 33 year old white immigrant in the US. 2 weeks ago I quit my job and had to answer the question ‘why?’ too many times. Next time they ask me I will just have to send them a link.

Anyway, I’ve been here in the Promised Land for almost 2 years. It’s an amazing place to move after the war threats and political unrest of my country. God bless America! I have to say that Colorado is a very unique state and I can’t complain that I ended up here. It wasn’t my choice but I love it.

The first thing that struck me is how artsy the place is. I had never heard about Art Walks or anything like this before.  It was a brave new world right here… Brand new artist, looking around with eyes wide open.  Another thing is the people. I love the people here, so sweet and ready to help a stranger, anyone really. Well, in the art world anyway…

The first thing I did was join the art co-op. I couldn’t find a job despite my degree and 10 years teaching experience.  So frustrating… No one believes a foreigner can speak English.