Workin’ for a living…

just livin’ and a workin’.  I’m takin’ what their giving cause I’m workin’ for a living.”

When I do my checkbook, I get what I like to call the “Moneytime Blues.”  Unfortunately, it’s not a good tune.  It’s a slow lethargic melody that paints a picture of me dragging a giant canvas bag through a swamp or a bog. The bag is constantly getting snagged on the reeds as the mud sucks at the shoes on my feet and the dirty water stains the legs of my jeans.

I wish there was a way to figure out how to stop making the ends barely meet, but to actually attach the ends to one another.  I would love to be able to just focus on theatre and live.

There’s a feeling of responsibility though to make sure that there is always a roof over our head, so I work because of the stability.  What would really be amazing is to have a work from home style job that isn’t a gimmick.  Those never seem to be a real thing though.