So I don't talk very much about my Day Job 'round these parts. That's intentional. Unlike some individuals, I'm fully aware of the fact that a blog is not a private, personal diary. Anyone in the universe can read anything I write here. I think a good rule to follow when composing a blog post is, "If I were going on television and everyone I knew in the world were going to watch me, would I still say X, Y, and Z?" But I digress. The point is, I have a Day Job. I post in my real name with my real picture next to it. Therefore it behooves me not to talk shit about my Day Job on my blog. End of story.
However, I'm going to talk a little bit about my Day Job right now.
My Day Job is in a period of transition right now. Re-orgs are pretty common in Corporate America and my department has gone through a veritable identity crisis in the last several months. I now report to my third boss in as many months. One teammate has already left the team. It's safe to say we are a bit of a hot mess right now.
This Day Job Drama(tm) has completely derailed me. I had *no idea* how much being happy and relatively stress free in my Day Job centered me in the rest of my life. For the past few years, since I've been writing, I always thought that writing was my anchor (aside from Ben). Turns out? Not so much. At least, that's not how it's feeling right now. And that, in itself, has kind of thrown me for a loop.
Though, to be fair, I've hit a bit of a wall with revisions. I went from thinking I was thisclose to having a polished draft ready to send to agents to realizing I need to do another major rewrite. And the things I need to fix in this one are really, really challenging me. (read: sucking the life out of me) It's all going to be for the better and the things I need to change offer some exciting possibilities for the story, yadda yadda. It's just a lot of hard work and pressure and, frankly, something that's shaking my faith in my abilities a bit.
So, yeah. When I get into true crisis mode, I retreat. I pull farther and farther into myself and become a cave troll. Or something. I hide. Hence, blog scarcity.
That's the end of today's sob story slash revelation slash thank god i'm drinking a guinness right now.
1 comment:
HUGS :(
I've always been a believer that since we often spend 40+ hours at it (which is roughly 35.7% of your waking hours assuming 8 hours of sleep a night) that the day job is a lot more important than people give it credit.
Says the girl who owns two houses in two states she's not living in because she's stubbornly pursuing her dream day job.
HUGS
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