So I'm sitting here in the office, been alone most of the day, watching the rain fall.
And of course? I'm feeling so much better.
It helps that my husband is brilliant and sends my mind to thinking of the cool, positive things I can do, instead of me getting lost in my own head.
Plus, I got a paid tour gig today, heyo! That's a pretty nice feeling.
I felt badly all day yesterday about my post, about calling 9-5ers "sheep." I really did. I think some people thrive on a 9-5 and it gives people structure, and if you happen to be getting paid alot, and nice benefits, well...you have that over me for sure.
I've never been a good 9-5 person, never. Every job I've ever had I've had because I thought I was supposed to have it, now at 38 years old and being stuck in a precarious position, I find that maybe I'm cut out for a different sort of existence, maybe one with less security, but again, a 9-5 these days doesn't necessarily constitute security.
AND, I felt like I need to defend myself a little. I complain a lot about how I don't want another 9-5, but I want the blogosphere to know that I'm working hard on that plan. I'm not just sitting around complaining about it, I am actually doing something about it....it's just....it's taking a little bit, and I'm impatient.
But I have a plan and I feel like, to some degree, my plan is becoming actualized and I just need to keep my eye on the prize.
This again, is where brilliant and handsome husbands help. Everyone should get one, seriously.