Sometimes I wonder why I bother. I really do. Financial worries are hitting me now. It feels like a paraphrased version of that song 'Did I Shave My Legs For This?' by Deana Carter.
Did I give up what I like for this?
I gave it up such a long time ago that I cannot even say what I like anymore. It just hasn't been relevant to my life for me to think about what I enjoy doing.
Wow. That's depressing. No sh**, Sherlock. You don't say.
I have no idea what my interests are. No clue whatsoever. Do I like to knit? I have yarn and needles, but haven't tried it yet.
Do I like cross stitch? Sort of, but I'm not detail oriented enough and always mess it up.
Do I like writing? Yes, and I don't do too bad a job of that. There are better writers out there, absolutely. But I'm no slouch.
Maybe it would help if I found something I like to do that doesn't have to do with work.
Because right now I feel like a paycheck. And it s*cks, let me tell you. I feel like the sum total of my worth is what I bring home, and its. Not. Good. Enough. By. Far.
So, maybe something not work related (like writing) will help me feel better about myself.