Get a (new) Job

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This morning I woke up and, like a good little droid, checked in on my Facebook. There’s always some kind of running theme (last night’s game, hangovers, babies…) and today it was the job.

6 acquaintances, all unrelated in any way, made a negative comment about their job right in a row down my news feed. “Soul sucking” or “I don’t want to go…” etc. It made my stomach hurt.

As I was mulling this over, ATs was out in the other room working on his musical. The musical that’s been years in the making and is now finally (and yet… suddenly!) seeing light of day. That’s commitment. That’s fear. That’s pressure. That’s a different kind of stomach ache. That’s love and joy.

That’s inspiring. So I took a photo.

This idea of what/who we are. Me? I’m completely clueless. I wish I could tell you I had any idea what I want to be and at age 34, that can be a little terrifying. But as I watch ATs conquer his fears and push forward, and others suffer with their choices, I’ve realized I’d rather be discovering than settling.

There’s so many things to be and do out there. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll eventually stumble over my “be” or “do” and become one of the impassioned. Until then, I’m going to wander poor and happy with my super satisfactory theater job and head in the clouds because I’d much rather do that than spend 1/3 of my life exhausted and miserable. Both paths are hard, but only one really reaps reward.

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