By the time Friday comes around, it feels like I’ve had a tap attached to my spine (like a maple tree). All the life essence is slowly drained by the stresses and frustrations of The Day Job until I feel depleted and weak.
The more I delve into the world of writing (and getting paid for writing), the harder it is to keep myself motivated at The Day Job. I do important work, and I’m very good at what I do. But there are days, weeks even, when I wish I could just head out in a random direction and live off my wits for a while.
The good news is that these impulses aren’t very strong, nor do they stay for very long. But they remind me, profoundly, that life is not what you do for a living, nor is it where you live and what you have.
Life is the sap of a tree, and you only have so much of it this time around.
So, what are you going to do? Let life drain you dry for its own profit, or use your own life-blood in the way you want?