Where To Start? Hell, Where To End…
My life is…
Well, I think that, from the outside looking in, probably a pretty damn good life. I’m fortunate to have a loving wife, adorable and healthy version 2.0 of a daughter, a good home with a good yard, solid friends, a nice MAME machine, a freezer full of meat and a bunch of other stuff.
But I just cannot seem to get my shit together with the ol’ employment thing.
Oh, I’m employed. Gainfully.
Miserably, but gainfully.
I think that I cannot ever fully identify that which would be something that I would enjoy to call a “career choice”. At least not on my own. I need a little person to follow me around and help me make these decisions. I apparently suck the almighty at it, so it would truly only make sense.
Without going too deep, because too deep is what bloggers do when they want to get into trouble, I will say that I had a job last year that I loved, but I probably did not know about it until about 6-7 months later.
Or now.
And that’s really it.
I love all other aspects of my life. I absolutely dig where everything in my world just happens to be right now, but I don’t feel right about that one little, tiny, income-earning thing.
Welcome to the real world, buddy. A lot of people are in the same damn boat.
Probably.
I hope they don’t have the anxiety and uncertainty that I have around. That’s the part that sucks almighty ass. The dread, the counting down of the hours until the next wake-up-and-shower-and-go-to-the-office routine begins again.
It’s not to say that what I do is “uncool” or horrible or miserable or anything like that. It’s probably F’ing great. It’s probably the type of opportunity that’s going to explode and become massive and great and all of this. It’s probably the type of thing that if a person stuck it out, they’d really, truly get a lot of benefit out of it and they’d have a lot of things set for them.
I believe that. It just doesn’t make it click like everything else seems to be right now.
And maybe the keyword there is “yet”.
Maybe.