I complain to my friends. Frequently. Often it’s about being in exile from my homes, friends, career of choice, and so on. It’s also about what I describe as a pointless, soul-desiccating job.
Today, I’m trying to spend the morning applying my Buddhist lessons to my situation and overcome the limitations I inherited from my Calvinist upbringing.
The job may not be the best, but it is work. It pays the bills and gives me a sense of purpose. It’s even something I do well, for which I should be happy. My career of choice is still out there. Even if every day I feel more and more left out of it and increasingly irrelevant, I may have the option to get back into it.
The waiting is the hardest part.
Monday, April 09, 2007
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