“Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don’t do that by sitting around,”
Have you noticed there was only one new post this past week? Yeah, that’s not regular posting by any stretch of the definition I’ve given myself to live up to. These days I have a lot of demands on my energy because of my day job. I don’t have it in me to half ass things that have my name on it even if it’s something I don’t much care for. I just can’t. I have to try my best.
This past week was particularly rough and I entered the weekend wondering, “What in the hell am I doing?”. I’m not happy doing what I do and there isn’t much respite from the tumult of my work life anywhere in my typical day. I worked late twice this week and came in early three out of the five days. What I do really shouldn’t have to take all of that effort but I like sufficient support. Effectively what I’m doing is diminishing how much I earn by hour as I’m defacto salaried. I honestly can’t be having that. My own doctor told me I need to quit my job and she even helped me with my résumé saying, “You need to find something different because what you’re doing is not sustainable.”. I’m doing my best to follow her orders. It’s a lot easier said than done, but I am making moves to do right by my health and sanity.
First things first was to get my work space at home into shape. I’ve been managing my life and creative endeavors from a rickety folding table that I borrowed from my mother. Although functional that table was overwhelmed with all my everything: bills, sketches, fabric swatches, to lists, calendars. Having a dedicated and organized space makes world domination easier. So the past few weeks I’ve been browsing the interwebs for a desk that can handle all my madness. The prices for something quality that could do the job were deflating to the say the least. Still, I became determined that this weekend I would find that desk within my budget. I scoured Craigslist and found one so perfect that I’m tempted to think it was destiny. Sturdy, just the right size, spots for everything, and $50.00. I’ve begun setting up my space and I already feel so much more at peace and focused.
This weekend was a busy one and I have an ambitious following week. Through my weariness I take comfort knowing that I’m doing the work needed to get me where I want to be. If you are in my same boat with a soul sucking stressful job, what are you doing to get to where you want to be? If you’ve gotten away from a career that wasn’t a good fit and are fulfilling your goals doing what interests you, how did you do it? Let me know in the comments!
I’m wishing everyone the same lucky weekend I’ve been having. Keep it moving forward.