They say to follow your dreams. To let nothing get in your way. Believe in yourself. Jump all the obstacles. Shoot for the stars.
What if you have too many dreams. What if you don't know what your dream is. What if you are too practical and want that secure job with an automatic deposit every two weeks, health insurance and paid leave.
What if that safe job consists of the tasks that you love. Challenges that you love. But you, just like in high school, you are the misfit. The way you talk. Your jokes. Your motivation. Your vision. Your vocabulary.
It used to be easy to earn the respect of your coworkers or employees. Work as hard as they did. Try to help them with the little things. But now, I don't even respect them so how can I expect them to respect me. Their values are not mine.
Is having a job you that you love, worth the agony of emotional despair and emptiness you feel when you walk out of the building at the end of the day.
take a look at yourself in a mirror. who do you see. is it the person you want to be. is it the person you should be. is it the person you could be.
when you close your eyes and write a script for the future what do you see. Twelve more years as a secure City of Phoenix employee. Most likely as a Sup I because you have a tendency to be blunt, opinionated and not politically correct.
Or are the glimpses of dreams and messages from the universe doable. Make money with a camera. Maybe words. I was told healing was in my future. Reiki, oils, quantum energy. Motivational note cards. An organic garden bigger than the one mom had. Mayor.
Sometimes I wish I had one overwhelming vision of the future. Where I am supposed to go. The mountain I am supposed to climb. The one talent I am supposed to pursue.
The things I know. I'm tired of brown air. The 100 degree heat before June. The loneliness. I miss family.
Really all I want is the "quiet nobility of leading a good life". Peyton Sawyer. One Tree Hill
What if you have too many dreams. What if you don't know what your dream is. What if you are too practical and want that secure job with an automatic deposit every two weeks, health insurance and paid leave.
What if that safe job consists of the tasks that you love. Challenges that you love. But you, just like in high school, you are the misfit. The way you talk. Your jokes. Your motivation. Your vision. Your vocabulary.
It used to be easy to earn the respect of your coworkers or employees. Work as hard as they did. Try to help them with the little things. But now, I don't even respect them so how can I expect them to respect me. Their values are not mine.
Is having a job you that you love, worth the agony of emotional despair and emptiness you feel when you walk out of the building at the end of the day.
take a look at yourself in a mirror. who do you see. is it the person you want to be. is it the person you should be. is it the person you could be.
when you close your eyes and write a script for the future what do you see. Twelve more years as a secure City of Phoenix employee. Most likely as a Sup I because you have a tendency to be blunt, opinionated and not politically correct.
Or are the glimpses of dreams and messages from the universe doable. Make money with a camera. Maybe words. I was told healing was in my future. Reiki, oils, quantum energy. Motivational note cards. An organic garden bigger than the one mom had. Mayor.
Sometimes I wish I had one overwhelming vision of the future. Where I am supposed to go. The mountain I am supposed to climb. The one talent I am supposed to pursue.
The things I know. I'm tired of brown air. The 100 degree heat before June. The loneliness. I miss family.
Really all I want is the "quiet nobility of leading a good life". Peyton Sawyer. One Tree Hill
