soreLast night, as I drifted off to sleep, Bob and I were talking, and I said that in the past few years, especially the last year, I would see the end of the weekend, and look at the coming week very differently than I do now. I looked at each coming day differently now, I said, not just the weekend. Before, I might think about what the next day would bring, but most times, I would think of the coming day as a formless time period that was almost always at least somewhat negative. The times I did think about specific things I had to do, it was even more negative.
Now, I told Bob, when I thought about what I needed to do the next day, I was doing it with ... excitement at some times, happiness at some times, and always with a positive feeling underlying even the challenging days I looked at.
I'm doing something I believe in. People believe in me (oh god). I'm being paid a decent wage. I'm helping people, or at least I'm trying to help them.
It makes all the difference in the world. This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/735207.html?mode=reply, where there are currently
