Always Begin…Never Too Late…

There’s never a point where you can’t change.

You aren’t a prisoner of the status quo.

I maintain, most days.

Sometimes that’s the best you can do.

You get to a point where you recognize that what you do make money is something like a “necessary evil”.

It might not be “right livelihood”….but it’s adequate.

That’s a big club that I’m in…the club of “pretty good”….the club of “I can keep us afloat” with the job or the life that I’ve settled into.

A “job” doesn’t come with the promise of being rewarding….sometimes it’s just a job.

But if it’s a “necessary evil”, then how long does it take before we wake up and know that living in an “evil” isn’t something that we want or need to do?

That’s b.s., really, though. We need jobs. We need money to take care of things. I’m fortunate to have a good job.

The thing that makes me pause, though, is that I wonder if there’s something out there that I would be happy to return to on a Monday morning?

I know that there are things that you could work at everyday of the week and not feel bad about losing the last minutes of your “weekend”.

I know that there are things that you can do that, when Friday and the end of the week comes, you don’t feel like you survived 5 out of 7 of your days on this Earth so that you can really live for a couple of days….live until you have to do it all again and push through another 5 days until you use the two and have to go back and do it all again.

There are things that people do to make a living that they are excited about “attacking”….even if they do it 7 out of the 7 days.

There are so many ways to skin a cat.

AWWWWWWW!!! I’M A FREAKING WHINER!!! I HAVE IT GOOD…NO MATTER HOW DEPRESSING IT IS TO THINK ABOUT THE USPS!! THAT’S NOT A BAD THING…TO DRIVE THE MAIL AROUND. IT’S GOOD TO HAVE A JOB. PERIOD.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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