The best days have to be the days to come. I love the days that I have been given, regardless of what the day brought. And I look forward to the next day, regardless of what it might bring. The promise that tomorrow can and will be better is what I work for. I do not believe that anyone's life ever improved all on it's own, so I go to school to improve mine. I go to be able to do the things that I want to do, to have the life that I want to have.
None of the things that I want to do, or be, are because of the money involved. I do not want, or need, the biggest television, fastest car, best computer or the biggest bank account. I want, I crave, a job where I feel proud of what I do. Sometimes I get distracted by things like money, but I keep coming back to a day just like any other. I was still working at B. Dalton, and there was nothing bad that had happened that day, nor was there anything good that had happened. It was just another of a long string of the same day. It was my life ticking away, at a pretty quick pace. I finished my work day and was on my way home when, somewhere between work and home, I came to the realization that I was embarrassed about the work that I did. I was embarrassed that I was almost thirty and all I could say about my life was that I had worked retail for close to twelve of those thirty years. I felt like I had not done anything , I had not contributed anything.
I kept working at B. Dalton for a while after that, and my the feeling got worse and worse. Eventually I left, and it's funny, but just being in school has helped to alleviate the problem. I do not care, much, that I am a student at my age, or that I will be even older when I finish. What has replaced the feelings of worthlessness that I was feeling? A growing excitement at what each day is bringing to me. In fact, you can often find me bouncing in readiness for whatever comes next.
Then again, I often bounce for really not good reason. Unless you believe that bouncing is a reason in of itself to bounce. I certainly do.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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