I shouldn't complain. I have a "good job". The pay is decent, the hours are pretty set, and, unlike a LOT of people, I actually get benefits. So, as far as jobs go, I'm pretty fortunate.
The issue I have is that my job just doesn't fit well.
I am a creative person. My job is technical. I want to paint, create music, work on video projects, and a myriad of other creative processes. I want to be able to get on my boat every time the weather is right and just sail away, letting the waters soothe my soul.
Instead, like so many others, I find myself watching the clock, dreaming of doing other things, and being ANYWHERE but at my desk. I come up with plans of doing what I really WANT to do as soon as I get home. Then, I get home and I'm so drained from the day's work that my creativity has ebbed down to nothing. I do some chores, eat dinner, catch up on family news, and collapse into bed, exhausted, only to wake up the next day and do it again.
I know I'm not alone in this and I'm not railing against the occupation that enables me to provide for my family and indulge those creative and enjoyable practices.
Really. I'm not.
As Drew Carey once said, "It's called ' work'. Theres a support group. We meet at the bar."
Better get back to it...
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