Several years ago, one of the things I used to love to do was wake up and write in my blog. I’d write about the things that happened the night before. Most times I’d write things that would never see the light of day. I just liked getting up and writing. The sun wouldn’t be up. I’d have my coffee and cigarette and I’d just type. Typed like a fiend. It was a nice way to start the day.
Tuesday morning, January 9th, somewhere between 5am and work. My boyfriend is in San Fransisco for MacWorld. Not that I have all that much interest in MacWorld, but it would be nice to be in San Fransisco. I don’t go there as often as I should. My sister lives a good half hour from the city now. Going to SF is no longer an excuse to see my sister or visa versa. I’ll come up with new reasons.
January 2007 is off to a better start than 2006. Last year around this time I was getting over bronchitis and a thrown out back which occurred simultaneously. I was also podcasting every week. I miss that. I miss having that extra time to do whatever. I miss not being absolutely consumed by work. Something’s got to change. It will. I have plans now. I have a mission. I know now what I must do. I’ve accepted the pleasant realization that I was not made to work for the man. I was in fact, made to work for myself. Once I worked from home for a year. I was capitalizing on the dot.com boom and building websites; most of which I got ripped off for. I was inexperienced at running a home business and failed at it miserably. I was however, happier and far more productive. I’d like to eventually find myself working from home again. I’d like the freedom to travel, to write, to podcast, to take pictures of things other than novelty key chains. As for my current situation. I’m done complaining. It’s no longer a matter of fixing or changing things. It’s about tolerating in the interim. Sad, huh? Yeah. It’s sad when a job becomes less than glittery. I’ve never been the kind of person that can stand the humdrum of employment for very long. I’ve never been able to work to live. I must live to work. I desperately need something that challenges me, allows me to thrive. I’m no longer challenged and I’m not thriving. A few more years of this and I’ll suffocate completely. Honestly though, I shouldn’t complain. It’s a good job and I like most of the people I work with. A lot of people would love to have my job. It’s great experience. Something learned.
Last night my brother and I watched several hours of old cartoons and TV show intros from the 80′s. The internets is a wonderful thing. Shows like Small Wonder, Angie, On the Television, Rainbow Brite, Kidd Video, and numerous others brought back flashes of memory. Wow. Before the era of YouTube, I used to wonder how many others remembered the silly shows I watched as a kid. It’s more than I thought. All of us, little kids in our tiny pajamas getting up at the crack of dawn to watch Shirt Tales and the Get Along Gang. It’s something my generation will share. Something my boyfriend’s kids have no concept of.
Time for work. Off I go.