When I was still at my job, I felt burned out at the end of every day. In the beginning I used to write when I could, but it turned into more work on top of already exhausting work. For the majority of my time I wasn’t doing any writing outside of this blog at all. It made me feel like I had gone across the ocean, studied for three years, chased my passion, and it was all for nothing. I was doing a job I didn’t enjoy and kept working just for the money. I saw myself growing old there, maybe becoming the assistant manager in five years, the manager in ten years, and I saw a future where working retail would become my life. And it scared the hell out of me. So I left.
It’s Sunday night and I’m alone in my room thinking about my worst fear: The Future. Well, my future. I’m a bit of a narcissist, I guess.