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.


2 thoughts on “Workin’ for a living…

  1. They exist, you’ll find what works for you eventually. Just stick to what you enjoy outside of work and hopefully that will see you through. And if you ever need shelter, you know you can always bunk at ours. ❤


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