I miss those breaks I had when I was a student. As nice as working and making
money is, I miss having weeks of freedom to unwind and create. This is the
baby in me talking, but working Monday through Friday is tiring. I'm so pooped
by the end of the day and the commute, I barely have enough energy to
make or eat dinner. I'd rather plop into bed, watch something, and sleep.
My summer breaks were so full of memories—now only memories.
I miss spending days and weeks to myself, drawing, painting, cooking and
sewing while listening to music. The process of coming up with something
to make and then making it is a great feeling. Since I do not have these breaks
anymore, I am feeling slightly frustrated and very dull. I know I can have
the best of both worlds if I would just shut up and channel my creativity
after work, but I've tried, and I've failed. I am just too tired. I can then do these
things over the weekend, but even then, I am busy catching up with people.
If I am not meeting a friend, it's family. If neither, I am in need of more rest
for the following work week.
What will come of this quandary? I do not know. It's a vicious cycle, you see.
Photo: A drawing of Audrey Hepburn using a pencil.
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