i like work? ew!
i always miss something. today it's thick socks and boots. my feet have been ice cold since morning when i stepped out onto the mountains of beige snow the city hasn't yet cleaned. i almost fell trying to balance on what little walkway there was! i cussed my whole way to the office.
normally, i would never talk about work. i value my life too much to waste my time groaning about the very obvious way corporate life sucks the life out of you, but i am trying to loosen up a bit. it's not realistic to never speak about work—it is a part of my life—so i'm giving myself some room to talk about it... the good parts, at least.
i guess this is just an appreciation post for how the stars aligned and gathered a group of strangers to find me and plop me down to where i am today. i never thought i would be happy with where i work or with what i do. i thought i would have to jump through several more hoops and ladders for years before finding work i enjoyed and people i didn't mind doing it with. actually, i didn't even think it was a possibility. so it truly is a miracle that i don't want to throw my laptop against the wall or scream into the abyss every day.
i am not exactly doing world-transforming work, but i am at least happy that i get to use my brain in ways that are creative and still applicable to other parts of my life. and as a perpetual worst scenario thinker upper, i know this isn't going to last forever—i'm always thinking about when the rug will be pulled out from under me—but for now i'm very grateful for where i am. i know i'm in a rare position.