My morning commute involved a random cracking of the levies in my mind. A small flood occurred. I'm not entirely sure what caused the weakness in the dam. Am I working too much?
I kind of feel like I'm not working enough, though I never feel like I'm working enough. I could fill 7 days with every waking moment devoted to some fashion of employment, and still feel like I should fit more on my plate. I don't know where that came from. I think that noxious vine germinated from a seed sown by being laid off from a job I felt secure at. It was further cultivated by the licensure I acquired, for a job I've done my whole adult life, being Invalid in many places.. The result is an incessant need for constant self-improvement. By self-improvement, I really mean just enriching my list of credentials. A constant need to make myself look as desire able as possible on paper, because who knows when I'll need to justify my worth to some new employer...
I kind of feel like I'm not working enough, though I never feel like I'm working enough. I could fill 7 days with every waking moment devoted to some fashion of employment, and still feel like I should fit more on my plate. I don't know where that came from. I think that noxious vine germinated from a seed sown by being laid off from a job I felt secure at. It was further cultivated by the licensure I acquired, for a job I've done my whole adult life, being Invalid in many places.. The result is an incessant need for constant self-improvement. By self-improvement, I really mean just enriching my list of credentials. A constant need to make myself look as desire able as possible on paper, because who knows when I'll need to justify my worth to some new employer...
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