cat on a leash…

i’m off to work today at a little decor/design shop down the hill.  i’ve been there a couple of years part-time and in december quit, planning to find something more engaging than retail sales.  but  four months after my dramatic resignation letter, i’m still there.  i really know how to quit a job.

i’m fortunate that most days, i plan my own schedule.  that freedom is one of the best things in my life.  it’s still sandwiched between the responsibilities of a big family, but it doesn’t feel like work, even though it surely is.   my days fly by, a mostly pleasant mix of family related tasks and creative projects.   but those seven hours at the store today – well, time there moves so slow it may as well be constipated.

i’m well aware i don’t have much to complain about in the big picture of work and time.  and today will likely hold a few surprising encounters or inspirations and a pay cheque.    everything improves with mindfulness and mature perspective.   but damn it, i  still  do not want to go…


2 thoughts on “cat on a leash…

  1. Oh, I hear ya! I waitress, so time rarely feels “constipated”. The words, “uninspired” and “vapid” come to mind.

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