
Through the days of over-booked schedules and passing out once we reach sanctuary we call our beds, we tend to lose ourselves in the process of achieving our goals. That was one of my major fears of getting a real job that gets me out of the house from 7-5, 5 days a week. A real job in a real office with different kinds of people in one building. A real job that would literally suck the life out of me and make me forget who I was. The fear that I would be too tired to think of my dreams and just think of the duties that come with my real job. The fear that I would be too exhausted to reconnect my mind, body, and soul.
Through my 22 years, I've known a few people who would devote their lives to their job. There was a time when I would see them on a regular basis for coffee or dinner, but as they got their new jobs, I began to see less of them. When I do, they would always look so pale and drained, and all they would do is say how tired they were and how much work their bosses made them do. They would bring everyone down with their exhausted aura's and unmovable dreams of quitting and moving far far away.

























