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ladyspriteOkay. My vacation has apparently served its unstated purpose - I've spent as much time as I reasonably can slacking off, sleeping late, reading, catching up on missed television, and brainstorming. I'm ready and then some to go back to work, to the point where I had to actively keep myself from wandering by the office this afternoon.
I know that most people don't like to work. I know that part of the theoretical American dream is to make as much money as you can, as quickly as possible, and retire at the soonest possible instant. I just don't understand it. Without my work, I'd go mad inside a month or two.
I suppose it might be different if I were independently wealthy - I could go back to school, or travel, or pick up even more hobbies to devour my time. I could probably amuse myself for at least a little while longer, that way. But I'm fairly certain that, eventually, I'd want to be Doing Something. More specifically, doing something meaningful and medical and organized and somehow simultaneously unpredictable.
I haven't been completely sedentary this week; I've been running errands and catching up on projects and baking and chatting with friends.... but none of it makes me feel quite as awake and alive, after a few days. It's nice, and more than that, it's needed, but it also reminds me just what helps keep my heart beating and my thoughts turning.
Work tomorrow. One last night of escapist literature, snuggling, and television suspense-dramas, then back to the Dr. Becky costume. Gods, I hope it's busy....
I know that most people don't like to work. I know that part of the theoretical American dream is to make as much money as you can, as quickly as possible, and retire at the soonest possible instant. I just don't understand it. Without my work, I'd go mad inside a month or two.
I suppose it might be different if I were independently wealthy - I could go back to school, or travel, or pick up even more hobbies to devour my time. I could probably amuse myself for at least a little while longer, that way. But I'm fairly certain that, eventually, I'd want to be Doing Something. More specifically, doing something meaningful and medical and organized and somehow simultaneously unpredictable.
I haven't been completely sedentary this week; I've been running errands and catching up on projects and baking and chatting with friends.... but none of it makes me feel quite as awake and alive, after a few days. It's nice, and more than that, it's needed, but it also reminds me just what helps keep my heart beating and my thoughts turning.
Work tomorrow. One last night of escapist literature, snuggling, and television suspense-dramas, then back to the Dr. Becky costume. Gods, I hope it's busy....
