wishing I could find a job
Saturday! That word held magic when I was a little kid. Now it just means spending alot of time either working (which I wish I could do) or tracking people down to hang out. I still love Saturday because it's a break from the old routine, but when all your friends are working, it can get pretty dull.
When did Saturday loose all its flavor? When did I start to regard that one day of the week as a break from routine, in a not so pleasant way? Why don't I look forward to just doing absolutely nothing? These are hard questions, and I think I have some answers.
Since kindergarten people have been in the routine of working to achieve something. Grades, food, money or anything else. Society demands it, and who are we to stand in the way of society. After being hardwired to work work work for so long, it doesn't seem like too big of a surprise that we can't simply enjoy rest that we have deserved. I think thats why alot of people have a hard time retiring permanently. The hole that routine leaves in us when we quit, is hard to fill, just like the hole that enters our hearts when someone we've been close to our whole lives, even if we didn't have the greatest affection for them, dies.
I wonder if it's possible to force myself to relax??? Seems stressful.
Thinking happy thoughts
TAL