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.