I stumbled into this job that turned out to be probably the best job possible for me. Well except it could pay a whole lot better, but I won't complain.
I've never had a job where I felt like I knew what I was doing. I feel like I know what I'm doing 95% of the time now. Writing simple prose, being picky about layouts, those things are like breathing. I do this type of thing for fun. The other 5% of the time is when I have to be a socialite and salesperson at the same time, my two kisses of death.
But then I feel like, as an overall "assessment of life," I'm still drifting... I dunno it's weird. I think most people are supposed to be thinking about saving enough money to buy a house, which actually is what I used to think about all the time, but now I have no desire. Not that I don't think it'd be great to own instead of throwing rent money away, but I don't have that desire to have that and to nest and get ready for retirement... or something... ack, life is so finite, it's the insanest thing to be alive. It's the insanest thing to go around thinking, I have to buy a house and have kids and retire, when you're just gonna die. I know I'm sounding like a broken record (possibly?) but... it's insane.
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I went through that about 5/6 years ago. That in fact is life, but there's more to it than that. You have to look forward to good times, to weekends, to vacations, to food, or even that beer after work. If you learn to enjoy the little things in life, it makes life a lot easier.
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