The Leap
In my life I have learned that “more is more”. If I want more money, I go get another job and work harder. If I want to take a trip I workworkwork to make money, save up my paid time off at my job and when I’m finally away and relaxing I spend most of the time dreading going back. Being a home health aide is one of the greatest honors of my life but it’s become routine and I’m resentful that I have to work so much and provide so much for each client on my schedule. To fill you in a bit more my rent is 62% of my full time income. 62%!!!!!! That means to make ends meet I had to work a second job. I had 1 day off a week for years. Plus I’m in massage therapy school 4 nights a week for a year. Workaholism + dislike of my profession + my high tolerance for emotional pain/discomfort = the perfect storm; the perfect storm of fear, resentment, exhaustion and dis-ease. Racing thoughts, restless nights and disconnect became my companions. But everyone feels like