Breathing Room.

Well, I've been fairly remiss on my posting duties, but it's not without good cause. Lately I've been working two jobs and doing college. I was ending my employment at one location and starting up at another. The two week interim proved to be time consuming and exhausting.

On the one hand I do feel pretty good doing that amount of work. I feel like I'm contributing again, whereas for so long I didn't feel like I was. I like to remain fairly busy, as I do get bored. The problem is that when you're doing several things at once they all suffer slightly for it. I've known people who relish the opportunity to work several jobs at once. It's rarely because they have to, but more often because they feel it somehow defines them as a person.

Case in point would be a friend of mine. He likes to work a lot, and is somewhat masochistic in this regard. I actually asked point blank the other day how much he was willing to sacrifice in order to get through law school. His response was he was willing to accept the issues that come with a packed schedule, his career is very important to him.

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I don't know about you guys, but it's a bleak world when twenty two year olds are that concerned about their career. I think that's why I like the idea of radio so much. It's not a high paying job, and the hours are trash, but it's doing something that allows you to be who you are without pretense. I would never sacrifice the things important to me for the sake of career. I've attempted that once in an avenue of my life that could hardly be called "career". It's not worth it. I feel like some people have resigned themselves that happiness is unattainable, so they might as well be wealthy. I think that's utterly depressing. Happiness in a Sesame Street kind of way is unrealistic, but I don't think it's too much to ask to be purely content with your situation in life.

There's that word again. Happiness. Is it too much to ask for eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, free from the demons that plague us? Is it too unrealistic to be content with the person you're with, even if that person is just you? There will be days where the sucking vacuum of despair can force us to our knees, but it feels so unnatural to be so unhappy. I want for all of you, all of my readers to start feeling happier. Live a little more carefree, smile at simpler things. I tell myself jokes in my head just so I can chuckle. The other day I walked out into the living room and kissed my dad on the top of his head. I didn't have a reason, I didn't need one. I don't know if pay it forward works, but it requires so little energy to try it, you might as well!

I guess this post got a little G-rated towards the end there, but not even me in all my cerebralisms can stay moody indefinitely.