… so many stories, events, and ideas … and no time to write them down.
I’m starting to resent this job and how much time and energy it sucks out of me every day. I still haven’t found my new normal – after NINE months. I’ve had this job now for NINE months and I’m STILL struggling. I like this job, but is it really worth stressing this much over so little pay?? Is it really worth missing out on life’s little moments??
I’m close. I’m close to finding my new normal. I’m not as tired as I was, but still, it patiently waits to pounce just as I get home, have dinner with my family and settle at my computer to write down my thoughts or what happened that day.
It’s like someone is dangling my creativity in front of my face by a fishing line and just when I reach out to grab it, that entity, that something, yanks it out of reach.
I miss writing. I miss blogging. I miss reading. I miss the long days of laughing at my husband as he tries not to spy on me at his office. (I used to share his office space with him until I got this job).
Is it worth it?
I’m beginning to wonder.
Excuse me. I have to go. I don’t want to be late to work.