I didn't write this, but I could have.
"I am embarrassed to tell people what I do, because it is mundane, based in a Mon-Fri office setting, and straight up is just a way to make money (for myself and a -– gasp –- corporation). There is no intrinsic or creative value to what I do, and it has begun to wear on me.When I graduated college 10 years ago with an oh-so-generic Bachelor’s in Psychology from an East Coast Jesuit college that was more akin to a country club for over-privileged, under-intellectualized kids than an actual university, I had no plans for my future.Literally, zero."
"When people ask me what I do, sometimes I give an honest explanation which results in a blank stare as well as mild discomfort as they begin to lose interest and fall asleep from boredom mid-explanation...If someone really presses me, I explain that I also like to write, paint, cook, travel and do yoga, but in order to make a good living (and support all aforementioned activities) I need to work at what many would consider a mundane job."
"I have some close family members who are talented artists, and showcase their work at nationally renowned, incredibly hip music festivals yet have had their home foreclosed on in the past few months. I had always been very jealous of their sureness that they are on the right career path and their ability to turn artistic expression into a workable living, until I found out about the foreclosure.
Now I just feel bummed. Is earning a living and enjoying what you do all day mutually exclusive?"