Last week I dreamed I still worked in an office. I still worked in the industry that employed me in the early 2000's.
I dreamed my client
was freaking out about some ridiculously minor issue. It felt so
familiar. That was my every day when I worked in the business world:
clients losing their shit over nothing, and taking their frustrations
out on the people below them.
My late grandfather's favourite expression was "Shit flows downstream." That's the business world for you.
the dream I got to work just after 8 in the morning, and all day I
kept reminding myself I had to leave on time. I'd promised to cook
dinner for my grandmother.
In the real world, I've
taken on more of a caregiver role in my grandmother's life. She's
hearing impaired, legally blind, and has a number of mobility disabilities and other physical
limitations. I help her with things she can no longer do on her own:
cooking, cleaning, paperwork, communications. Whatever needs doing, really. I act as a support person
on occasion. She's been asking me to move in with her for almost a
decade. I know it hurts her that I always decline, but
I'm not prepared to devote the rest of her life to being a full-time
caregiver. I value my freedom too much.
dreamworld, my workday went by in a stressful blur. The next time I
looked at my watch, it was almost 11 at night. Well past dinnertime and I
hadn't cooked my grandmother's meal. The pressures of work and family
were pulling me in two directions and work had won out.
woke up that morning feeling relieved to live this life and not that
one. I don't make a ton of money as an author, but I earn enough to pay
the bills. I have readers, not clients. I have time to devote to my
family, to my relationship. I sleep in every morning and go to bed late
I write stories for a living. I am incredibly grateful for the life I have.
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