Can someone tell me when and why we stopped putting work in fixing things?
This is the question in my mind for quite sometime now, for a million of reasons.
But let’s go back to another time in my life, when I got a new job and, for the first time, could actually come home and have some time to myself. And I do mean for the first time.
You see, I have been working for a decade, and in all that time things weren’t easy. Work didn’t pay as much as I needed, so I worked freelance also. I published papers and participated in conferences to try to improve my reputation and find a better job. I did what I could to help my family, when I could.
Everyday felt like sink or swim. And If I kept afloat, I owe it to myself and to a handful of people that were there for me and that helped me find freelance work. Others helped me keep my head clear enough to handle the stress.
And now, it’s … weird. Now I get home and finally relax. I finally think about what book I want to read, what show I want to binge watch. I even picked up learning chess and I’m still a lousy player after completing all the lessons.
But, I get to relax. Calm Down.
You’re probably thinking: Great! I wish I could do that! Yes, I wish you could do that too. Then you wouldn’t find it strange when I say it’s not all that great.
For starters, this isn’t a one time thing. It’s a long run. And it changes everything. It makes me think about what I want to be doing in a few years. It also makes me wonder about how much I have been drifting and lost.