Wednesday, October 23, 2013
I want to not hate Mondays.
Or waking up on weekdays.
I don't want to live for the weekend.
And post Garfield memes about how I'm glad it's Friday.
I want to know I'm working towards something more than a paycheck.
Or, a raise, a title, a higher tax bracket.
Two weeks a year to fit a South African trip into.
With 3 days each way included, just to recover. 9 days to connect and breath.
Nope, that's not what I want.
Call it the hopeless idealism of a millennial.
Call it what you want.
It's not that I don't want to work hard.
I want to work really hard (and I will)
I just want to know that it's possible. Just tell me I can do it.
Or tell me I'm crazy. But rather tell me I'm brave.
This is by no means supposed to be a poem, it's just what I've been thinking about these days and it's shaping my decisions.