For the past month and a half I have been working odd jobs here and there trying to make ends meet. This comes after over 3years of no work. I will tell you it is a rude awakening going from nothing to do, to get it all done yesterday. It is good money but I can't spend it.
The wallet is fat.
It is fat but at what cost?
Am I happy?
Maybe. Well I am always happy so that is an unfair question. A better question would be am I okay.
So, Am I okay?
Let me think about it while I drink this glass of wine....
Am I okay? hmmmm.... I have my days of regret and questioned intentions but I see the rewards and fruit of labor dangling their carrots and I can't resist.
I hate working.
I move everyday twenty miles down the road every single day. I am like a gypsy in that way. But it's okay, the money is good and the wallet is fat.
I am not what I do, I am who I am.
I do what I have to so that I can drink what I want to.
On the road it is as if I have taken a rocket ship to some distant planet where communications can't reach me because I feel I have lost contact with everyone who matters.
I am of the grid.
GONE.
It kind of puts things into perspective. You can definitely figure out who really misses you and you definitely know who you miss.
Am I okay? The answer to that question is NO but I know that at in any point in life I will never be okay. It puts me in a place of constant struggle. I need to feel that life is an up hill battle. It is because I am so happy that I have to balance it with discomfort
But enough about me. How are y'all?
Seelie Ears @ Androgyny
3 weeks ago
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