Today, Sunday. I’m off work, and I come to the realization -for the hundredth time in this last month- that I passionately hate my job.
What have I done to get to that point? I just need to make money. Who doesn’t? But I feel like my soul has been sucked out of my body lately.
I feel guilty for complaining. In the middle of a pandemic, having a job is a blessing.
I have prayed for a good job more than one year ago and I got it. This is one of the most stable jobs I ever had.
But I grew to be tired of it.
I feel the need to go back to what I truly love: writing, painting, cooking, etc.
I love all these things.
Why can’t I simply make a living of it? I have social media in my hands. I could start by creating a blog. See where it goes. Why not?
Ok. Let’s start today!
I hope you’ll enjoy my writing 😉