I still do some work in the community college that I was once chained to full-time. What sometimes starts as an amazing opportunity can quickly take on the role of what feels like a prison sentence. When I got back to Pittsburgh from Los Angeles, I had no desire to go back to that prison sentence. But I did still enjoy the atmosphere of higher education as well as helping students. So, the part-time capacity that I hold as an academic advisor is right up my alley.

I noticed something this last week… “Hey, how’s your day?”…”Great! It’s Friday!”… That was sprinkled in the conversation with the majority of people that I talked to. I mean, literally almost every person was pumped just because it was Friday. What Friday means to most people is thats it’s the beginning of two days of freedom from their prison sentence. Their self-inflicted prison sentence.

I could probably leave the post at that…

What lies at the heart of the TGIF craze is having something to look forward to. It’s sad to think that the thing we’re looking forward to is two days that aren’t like the other five days that we hate. Most people, not some people, but MOST people HATE their jobs. We wake up miserable and go to bed miserable because the bulk of the day is spent doing unfulfilled nothingness. Our hearts are breaking more and more every day because we’re not feeding them life by way of a life of meaningful work. Even if we’re working jobs that suck while working on our passions part-time, that’s way more than what most do.

I’m not saying quit your job… Well I kind of am… Yes I am… Especially if you hate it. You’re voluntarily taking yourself to slaughter every day.

It’s my choice to wake up tomorrow and go to this place I hate… to get in traffic and rush myself to the point of anxious nervousness to get to a place I hate… I’m in a hurry to get to a place I hate… it’s not even 8:00 a.m. and I’m over it… it’s my choice to dwell in depressive thoughts while I dwell in this place I hate… I hate going to this place I hate… I hate it!”

That was what was going on in me for a long time, I’m not sure you can relate, but I knew I had to make a change. Or lose my damn mind. I’d rather have a lighter heart and happier life than work in a position that guarantees me these few things: a paycheck, anxiety, depression, health benefits, the company of other people that despise life as much as me and reminds me continually that this is all there is, an early grave, and having a meeting with God where He says, “Why didn’t you use what I gave you? We shouldn’t have met this soon.”

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