Railroad
Routinely Derailed
As I mentally prepare to go to work, the thought has occurred to me on numerous occasions that having a whole lot of stuff (which has to be paid for and so forth) seems to be the main driver for having a job in the first place. "Making a living" seems almost a misnomer when you spend all your time making it instead of living it. I like my job and I get a great deal of satisfaction out of succeeding at what I do, but there are times when there's an urge to just split, leaving it all behind. Do I really want to work until I'm an old man? (Oops, don't look now, but that day is fast approaching).
Just thinking.
Your thoughts?
Just thinking.
Your thoughts?