I had a week long holiday from my normal life. I spent a week with friends and family, cuddling with my dog, and doing work experience in the field I will eventually be graduating in.
I loved it. For one of the few times this year, I felt alive. My brain was whirring, I was thinking, I was in my element. I was putting two and two together and getting four, and then adding another three to get seven, that kind of thing. Despite the aches, the exhaustion, and the trembling, I had more energy than I had had in months. And I proved to myself that I understood some things, that I remembered some things, and that I could actually apply a lot of what I’ve been taught. It was exhilarating. By the end of the week, though, I was gasping to be back in my home, in my own space, in my own bed, with my home routines.
I got home and it was lovely, my lovely human was there, my animals cuddled into me, and we had a relaxing day, before I went back to work and the reality of what I did fell on my head.
I like the people I work with. I like the place I work. I’m good at what I do, but wow is the work soul suckingly boring. These last two weeks have thrown my life into light.
Do what you love. Not because you’ll never work a day in your life – you will, it will still be work. But do what you love because life is too short to do what you don’t love.