you were somewhere in my fever
01 December 2011 @ 09:09 pm
At the rate this is going, perhaps the end of the year should come more often.  
Today officially starts the last month of 2011, and I really feel as though this whole end-of-the-year thing is somehow managing to actually make me make decisions. (And as I am a Libra, this is one of the most impressive things in the entire world.)

Today, I officially decided what I want to do with my life.

Oh, I've known the gist of it for years, in some cases since I was two years old: I want to be a professional writer and a professional astrologer, who builds her own business around these two things and has an intimate knowledge of Jungian physcology on the side.

But all of that is a bloody mouthful, and now I've found another path that gives me something much prettier and more streamlined to say when someone asks me what it is I do.

I want to be a folklorist.

It's all of my passions, rolled up into one neat little package, and suddenly I just desperately want to completely throw myself into pursuing it.

To be fair, though, while sudden, the decision was very organic -- more of a realisation than a decision proper, really. I grew up loving mythology, something that obviously carried over to the present day. I discovered somehow, years ago, that fairy tale symbolism works itself rather seamlessly in with my writing style, and have been experimenting with this since. I discovered serious astrology (ie, the astrology that is actual astrology and not just vague bullshit horoscopes written for magazines and the like) thanks to my writing as well, and discovered my own penchant for it. I discovered Jung this year, after another love affair with psychology, and holy god was that ever a series of lights bursting all over my brain. And then out of nowhere it was somehow, "Oh. Folklorists exist! Probably I should contemplate this." Except then "contemplating" really just was OH OKAY DOING THIS NOW GOODBYE.

So becoming a folklorist it is.

I doubt I'll go to uni to learn it, though; I'm not a uni sort of girl. Not because I don't value education, obviously, but rather the opposite -- I love learning too much to confine myself to only being proficient in one or two subjects, and neither can I stand the inability to learn as many things as I want at my own pace. I'm just much better suited to going it on my own, and in either case I certainly don't need a degree for any of the things that I plan to do with my life, so all in all I am content to be a happily debt-free little polymath, hooray!

No, I've already started the Jaceytastic spree of research: Namely, "Ah, balls, what part of this do I start with? FUCK IT ALL OF THEM YAY." (Right now, this means I am working my way through the creation myths. All of them. From everywhere. It seemed the most appropriate thing to do.)

I don't know yet if I'll ultimately end up specialising in any particular branch of folklore, though I have strange nebulous ideas of eventually writing gigantic books of retold animal-related myths from all over the world. (And an even stranger idea for an alternate-history novel, in which Christianity wasn't the lore that ran over the world, but rather the Greek myths instead, but god only knows no pun intended.)

But in short, Jacey Faye the folklorist it is!
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