I want a different job. I want to do what I love.Then I’d get sick again.That’s how it feels when I’m stuck. In a job. A career (maybe a career I spent ten years training for and 20 years doing).
A relationship. An anything.I wish I had more often told myself: the past is not the jail keeper of my future.I think, “because I got a degree in X, I have to do Y.” Or because I’m living with A, this is it for life.