I was talking with a friend this weekend and the thought
lite went off. We were both venting about our jobs and how nice the weekend is
until Sunday when the dread of Monday sets in. WTF? From Eat Pray Love, “I built this life and was involved in it” but how
has it became this drone existence. Every song on radio praises the weekend and
despises the work week and SO DO WE ALL!!!! How sad this is that we live for
100 days out of 365 in our year around the sun. This has been on my mind for a
while and everyone I speak to seems to have the same story. We work and live
for the weekend but what kind of living is that? I know better than most that
work is a four letter word which I must do but I want it to be a happy part of
my life not merely a necessity. I chose this career over one I love for money
and it is taking its toll. I have molded myself into a corporate drone who sits
in traffic, gets the Monday blues on Sunday and has little life during the
week. Yes, I am not living; I am simply existing.
I guess Lee Ann Womack nailed it when she belted that song out. How many times have we been there? We say we are not going to fall for someone and then out of the blue, one little smile and its all out the window. Before we know what has happened we are picking ourselves up off the floor in pieces. More times that I would like to say, I have been hurt by caring too much. Even more times than that I have sworn that I would not care and I would be ok with this one. Yet I continue to get hurt and am a friend to many who do the same thing. Is it so bad? I would rather go through life with pain than to live with nothing. Pain reminds me I am alive and that I still care. It is a burden to bare a life lived without emotions. We are creatures of love and compassion. We live our lives trying to be a part of something and more of that time is spent trying to care. We gauge ourselves and others on how they care. We almost set ourselves up to cause and feel pain. Many even try to end thing...
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