Whine

Brace yourself. I'm about to say something I know you've never heard from a college graduate trying to make ends meet in this new and frightening time after sixteen-plus years of professional scholarship. I'd be better off if I never found a job that could pay my bills. There's the shocking statement to get your attention, here's my reasoning:

I like living independently in Boston off my own earnings. This is a great city with a lot to offer, and I don't need a car to do anything. While it allows for financial independence, the ten hours devoted to work when you count lunch and commuting eat up most of my productive day. Information overload has begun to take its toll, but I can't help but think that I could handle it if I didn't have to devote so much energy to spreadsheets and souvenirs. Rather than spending two hours in the evening flipping between random internet shenanigans and writing something because my brain direly needs to turn off for a little while, I might spend that entire time actually doing something worthwhile. Photographs might stop languishing on my hard drive and actually find themselves color corrected and up somewhere for people to enjoy (hopefully).

Maybe what I need is a leisure vacation. Destinations have been calling out my name for exploration, but maybe what I really need is some time to do absolutely nothing, and squeeze some creative juices out into words or something. It's almost like getting paid for my art (shut up, I know it's a stretch).

Oh yeah, I have over a month of paid time off in the bank. Time to use a little bit.