What would you do if you absolutely hated what you do for a living? If you despised leaving your house in the morning because what you faced sucked all the life out of your soul day after day? I recently had dinner with someone who told me that they hated their job. We were initially discussing it calmly. Me... offering hope and a possibly a new perspective. A fresh breath. Them...stopping me in mid sentence. No, I absolutely hate it. Said with such passion. Such desperation. Loss of hope and overridden by responsibility beyond what I could ever hold. I teared up. Right there at the best table in the restaurant. The one that overlooks the city that unfolds beneath me. I couldn't swallow my wine. My throat hurt. My heart hurt for them. To not see the light at the end of the tunnel. To be so beaten down by their daily life for years on end. So, quit one would typically say. Look for something else. Remember life is too short to waste it being unhappy. They were beyond that. Lost in the shuffle of not being able to see 2 feet in front of them. It's not that easy. Sometimes that is so true when you are the sun to so many moons.
I hope they can find their way to this...
