Another day off, generally means undistracted time with my own thoughts. And like any working musician, my thoughts are often on how to pay the bills. The most precious gift I have is time. So spending 8 hours running around to make 8 hours pay makes for 16 hour days filled with traffic.
What I like to do is a loaded question. What I like to do is play the violin, but we know that doesn’t pay. What I’m good at is talking. Which doesn’t mean that I want to join a debt collector’s call center or be some snake oil salesman.
I’m intelligent, ethical, educated and think through things so I don’t want to work in a position or for a company whose workers or practices are meant to screw people. I’d like to have a job with work that betters the world rather than robbing it.
I am a talented manager, but so much of management, especially sales management means I need to take an entry level job. I’m not looking forward to working nights and weekends as long as I live. I’m not looking forward to being dumped on and unable to have any life outside work for 3 months.
But, I suppose the sooner I begin, the sooner I can have a life where I can answer the phone when it rings, pay bills on time, and see friends perform their $20 a head shows. The sooner I’ll be able to take classes at night and volunteer for cool stuff on the weekends. The sooner I can stop counting pennies.
Someday I hope to be able to sit on the couch in my own home on my own land and know that everything’s paid off and I have a house full of friends who will cheer me up when I’m down.
Someday while I’m still young and healthy, I want to be able to enjoy cooking and fashion and art. Theater and music and museums. Coffee and long walks and dances with friends.