I feel a certain amount of guilt for not jumping out of bed everyday. As far as jobs go, mine certainly isn’t the worst one on the planet. I have a nice girlfriend, a nice place to live and no shortage of all the things that make people content. Why then do I dread the beginning of another week? Sadly, I don’t think I am alone. I have so many things in life that I appreciate daily like good friends and family, but my job has never been one of them. I can not even say it is isolated to my current position. I’ve grown to find every job a challenge to get up in the morning for (except for teaching, which inspired me, but apparently I was no good at that).

A very large part of me hopes that there’s more meaning in this life career wise. Sure I’m looking forward to marriage and kids and plenty of other personal achievements, but it seems like we, as a nation, spend the majority of our time at work. So no matter how great my two days off might be, the fact that coming back to work after the weekend chips at my soul makes me wonder if I can take another 35 years of working.


I’d love to find a job that I enjoy. Wouldn’t we all? I don’t need to get paid to play video games or expect a stress free environment. I would just like to find something I believe in and love enough to get through the emptiness and repetition that I suspect we all feel weighing us down every time a new work week begins.

If someone came to me and said they want to find something they love or find meaning in, I'd probably tell them "no one likes what they do" and then explain we all just "do what we have to do." Perhaps that is true, but I'm not ready to resolve myself to it just yet.