My new endeavor has the cadence of an ER doctor’s job. It is go…go…go.

I tend to live life at a turtle’s pace. Usually heavy on introversion and perceptive of the future while reflecting on the past. My days are now spent rushing from one disaster to another. If I felt I was serving some higher calling, like saving lives or putting out literal fire, then it might seem worth it. The only fires I put out are proverbial ones. My days are spent drowning in bureaucracy with little time for reflection. In a way, every job is prostitution. You sell yourself for money doing something you hate. Eventually you have to become numb to it. It just seems like we shouldn’t all be stuck in this rut. I’m sure I’m not alone.

So what options do you have? I could take my old job back. Lord knows they’ve tried. That would return me to a place that allows for some peace and reflection peppered into my day. It also means I’m going back to a place I was happy to leave behind. I think at the end of the day, a job is a job is a job. I might get another masters degree or completely change my course of action. Yet no matter what, at the end of the day we all sell a little bit of our soul to feed our addiction to electricity and warm food.