Wage Slave/Career Slave/Hope Slave

So how does one get the inspiration to wake up everyday to head off to work and to start yet another day? And on the same token, to begin one new year after another? And also to go from one city to another and back and again another keeping the novelty and excitement alive? I don’t know, and maybe that’s why I am still going. And strangely enough, I am not at all jaded yet, but undoubtedly a weary at times, and maybe more so lately.

Work is hardly rosy at the moment, but I s’pose that’s just the way things are usually after a long break. Is it just my attitude or that I have been living in wanderous oblivion for a while now? The inexplicable (no doubt unpleasant) feeling I have towards work since my return from Chicago is still lingering somewhat. There are a couple of new projects and plans ahead, but I must say I am hardly fascinated at all. However, I don’t wish to cruise along either. I hope this feeling will pass, I hope it will, I know it will.

I seem to be closing doors for myself for a while now. I have been thinking of getting in touch with some characters from the past to add a little colour to my social life but I can hardly find the motivation to. I reckon laziness has a part in this too, not just the fear of stepping into pits yet again. So maybe I am indeed cruising along.

I could have taken up the new projects with much enthusiasm and with an opened mind. I could have taken a trip up to Canberra that could open up a whole new chapter for me. But I didn’t. I didn’t give an answer and I don’t intend to for now. If only inspiration could be mutual.

It could have been so easy, be it with work or with people. I am hopelessly hopeful at heart, but I do keep reality in check. Canberra will have to wait, I just have to take care of one thing at a time.