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As I wander along this meandering highway called life, I am beginning to realize that nothing is what it seems upon first impression. We all have preconceptions about the future of our decisions and discoveries, but little do we realize that first impressions are actually light years away from reality.
Point in case, owning my own business has become more of a burden than an actual reward. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy spending my days clocked in to my own schedule instead of some time-clock-punching boss’s, but I am beginning to realize that a time-clock-punching boss will (usually) have my paycheck signed and deposited every two weeks as scheduled as opposed to scavenging for the little remnants that I produce upon completion of some small project or another. Money, or the lack of, has become much more life-steering than I have ever wanted it to be. What ever happened to working to make a living at what you enjoy? Is that too much to ask these days?
Just to put it out there, I enjoy graphic design, accessory design, gardening, fashion, and shopping. Is there a way to make one or more of these pleasures in my life a career? I am not even concerned with the money they may pay, well, maybe I am. But not so much so that it interferes with my happiness. I don’t need “things,” I want a life experience. “Things” are great when you are comparing with peers, but a true “peer” has the same philosophy as me–am I truly happy with how I choose to spend my time and is that what will ultimately send me to my grave believing I achieved my purpose?
Ah, that sounds so deep. I don’t mean it that way, because I am not so deep as to be accused of being shallow. My daily desires are extremely volatile and change at a woman’s rate of indecision. All I know is that happiness has nothing to do with the amount of money you bring in at the end of each month but rather with the contentment you have procured with an honest day’s work at what makes you feel alive. I am ready to live. Where shall we go from here?
