There and Back Again

Listening: Christmas Carols
Reading: Hospital mailing lists
Pondering: Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits. (Thomas A. Edison)

I come to work not because I enjoy what I do or because I am married to it. This is superficial and materialistic but the reality is that I come because I have to, otherwise I won’t be able to travel - and I happen to love to travel a whole lot. I work because I need the money to buy shoes at Nordstrom’s and wrinkle-free shirts from Talbots that I love so much and thank God for every time I purchase a new color. I work, every day, so I can afford to purchase concert tickets and air/hotel accommodations as I travel around the West Coast to attend every awesome show Keith Urban puts out. I work so I can enjoy the material things the income I get can buy. And I work because otherwise, I’ll be at home, a couch potato watching Saved by the Bell re-runs when I’m not surfing the Internet.

All the things I do is just work. Sometimes I take work home or work overtime so I can breath easy the following day and sometimes I groan and moan while I do what I have to do but I don’t let it bother me, I don’t let it get it to me. It gets crazy certain days – certain months – but it always passes and quiet days always reign once again. Besides, busy days make the week go by fast, doesn’t it?

So when I drag my sleepy behind out of bed every 5AM in the morning I just think about the Spain trip my sister and I plan to do next year or that nice little handbag I saw at Macy’s that I’m saving up to buy and things don’t get too bad. These thoughts give going to work a little more purpose than just stressing my days away…