I’m pretty fried as I type this. I’ve got one more show this Friday that I have to reserve my energy for and then I am heading to the beach for Labor Day weekend. Oh, how I wish I didn’t have a day job.
If I didn’t have a day job, I could put all my energy into creative pursuits. Of course, I don’t know how I would pay rent every month and my health insurance would probably disappear. But what is life without a little whimsy?
Kidding of course. I am not quitting my job. But I like to pretend some days that I am retiring any day now and I start to organize my cubicle as if I am getting ready to leave for good. I purge old documents. I shred things. I make sure not to leave any personal items in my workspace- like pictures. I pretend I am “moving out” and this little practice makes me feel better. It gives me hope.
There’s a term floating around the Twitterverse called “quiet quitting” where people do just the minimum at work and do not go above and beyond. Sometimes I think it’s tempting to act like that, but it’s just not in my nature.
Tonight is my second to last night watching these two:
They could not be more different.
Too tired to watch Netflix. I’m going to bed. Good night.
Sunday, August 28, 2022:
Theresa Donahoe 