Growing Up
This is a post I've been planning to write for a while now, and I've just been to busy (or to tired) to write it.
I started my first full time job. My first 'real' job. I feel like I've grown up over night. In some good ways and some bad. I wonder if its so much I've grown up or that so many things we relate to being 'grown up' have to do with having a full time job.
For as much as I thought how I wanted to post about growing up, I cann't seem to find the point I wanted to make.
I like my job, and I'm happier for the things it will bring me (like a paid off mortgage by the time I'm 40), but its sad too how much time and energy goes into a job, not just the time on the job but all time getting ready to go to work, driving to work, etc.
I started my first full time job. My first 'real' job. I feel like I've grown up over night. In some good ways and some bad. I wonder if its so much I've grown up or that so many things we relate to being 'grown up' have to do with having a full time job.
For as much as I thought how I wanted to post about growing up, I cann't seem to find the point I wanted to make.
I like my job, and I'm happier for the things it will bring me (like a paid off mortgage by the time I'm 40), but its sad too how much time and energy goes into a job, not just the time on the job but all time getting ready to go to work, driving to work, etc.