This is a feeling I get quite a lot.
I’ve worked hard to achieve certain things, only to discover that those things are ultimately a bit meaningless. Swapping terrible business platitudes (that I was poor at doing anyway – I’ve wrestled the “Haway man, you *pause* are *pause* talking *pause* *emphasis* SHITE!” monster more often than I can count) is something I’m bad at.
I’ve offended a few people along the way, let’s be honest. And I’m pretty diplomatic.
I have a kid now, and while I relish the head space of going to work, I also miss the little blighter so much at times that it hurts. I’m also aware that having structure through having a reasonably challenging job keeps me sharp, focused, and most importantly, not depressed which is a gift that means at the end of the day that I’m being as good a parent as I can be. So what…I don’t spend 24/7 with him, but I don’t take him for granted either, and have the patience when it counts.
But…that’s the deal that you make with fate to a certain degree. We have to make a deal with the devil to ensure that we can keep ourselves fed and watered, with a something that resembles a roof over our heads. If you can do that solely by doing the things you love the most, that’s brilliant, but for the vast majority of us that isn’t the case, and we’re not going to be rescued. We aren’t going to win the lottery, we aren’t going to invent something awesome and we probably aren’t secretly the heir of Potloadsofcashrutania either.
There is nothing wrong with making a living, but you’ve got to assert where that stops and your *actual* life starts. The one where you get enough sleep, the one where you have enough energy to be loving towards those that you love, where you can exercise, where you can eat, drink and be merry and not feel like someone has their foot on the back of your neck. It’s all about head space, and it’s all about getting your head around what you *believe* you should be doing, and what you actually should be doing.
If you’ve got to do something that is intrinsically boring, for chuffs sake, don’t let it eat your life. You aren’t doing yourself any good, draw a line around your hours, say “no” and do some fun shit. Or just eat a random sandwich on a park bench somewhere pretty. Honestly, you’ll feel better. And you’ll realise that the world is not going to pitch off the mantelpiece because you decided to take your foot off the accelerator.
If you want to do something creative, do it, but accept the fact that this other thing (i.e. work) will prevent you at times. But when you do get to do it, do it well, do it freely and with joy.
You haven’t sold your soul to the devil, you’ve just done what needed to be done.
Read, write, draw, play, rest, run, eat…the rules don’t change because you’re an adult. x