|general whining somewhat disgruntled blog
||[Mar. 2nd, 2004|09:26 am]
|||||"...the questions are the answers..."||]|
I've been getting a bit burnt out at my library job, but I don't think there is any place where I could be as happy. I do not work at a desk. I do a lot of lifting, scanning, pushing carts around, sorting out the books for the departments, the tasks that keep the library functioning. I definitely do not wish to enter the corporate work world, the job market doesn't seem to be that good right now anyway and college still hasn't seemed to find my interest. I just get sick of doing the same repetitive task over and over again that I have been doing for 3 and half years.
I'll feel better eventually though.
It seems my responsibilities have increased, especially now that I have a car. And I feel challenged to keep my creativity intact (although I know it ebbs and flows) amidst the many areas of my life. Time seems to slip by, and the many projects and ideas I have in my head while working, seem to dwindle in importance as I come home, just wanting to relax, and regain my energy. And to sustain some of the more long term projects, such as writing that novel, or finishing the 7th issue of my 'zine the Dyslexicon, seem momentous. But I have faith that when the time is auspicious these things will come to pass.
Another vacation is probably in order. I have two and a half weeks of paid vacation available to take, and as the whether grows warmer the opportunity to get out of the city and go camping, perhaps in John Bryant state park, and a visit to Yellow Springs (Audrey and I have been planning to go for some time) seems a tantalizing prospect, and one that I will not be able to put off for much longer. Not that I want to put it off. I just have to wait. Not too much longer though.
My mental health will benefit from such a retreat from the daily routine.