Growing down instead of up...

"We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs,
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes.
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in/day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope."


I know that I am not a unique individual when I say that I hate, literally HATE getting up every morning and coming to a job that I feel limits me as a person. I don't do power struggles, I don't do passive aggressive-ness. I LOATHE the corpate teet upon which I feed to pay my bills every two weeks. I CONSTANTLY ask myself, "Is there a better way?" There HAS to be as I come more into my own, I feel like, as someone has said before, that my job "smothers my spirit".

I toggle back and forth between being what I currently am and doing something else that may foster some form of creativity. I have oft been mistaken for a hairstylist quoting, "you just have that 'edgey' style that hairstylists have". I think that if if practiced enough I could be a decent enough artist to do tattoos. I know enough people in the industry that I could probably get on to a decent apprenticeship, but this would be a LONG road. Not that it wouldn't be totally dope to be a tattoo artist. I think I could handle doing either of these things and still continue to teach yoga which definately feeds the soul (most of the time :) ).

I know there is no brass ring solution to this problem. Most underlings in the corporate environment are UNhappy, but I feel like I am in the top 5% percentile of unhappy people. I am about to have an Office Space moment without the embezzlement, of course.