I’ve always felt like there weren’t enough hours in the day, more so in the last two years because I’ve managed to turn myself into a raging workaholic. Working 9 to 5, Monday to Friday, going to college on Saturdays and spending countless hours each evening writing a thesis will do that to you. My plan had always been to educate myself into a better paid, more stimulating job. Now that I’m coming to the end of my Masters and with the recession wreaking havoc with the country I’m confident that this plan won’t work out. I won’t be becoming a passionate career person any time soon.
I’m being a realist.
This isn’t pessimism. I’m trying to be realistic, and I’ve taken something extremely positive from this realisation. I might not have more money in my pocket, but I’ll have so much more time. Time to re-read the books on my shelf. To be creative, to write, to take 100′s more photos. To lie on my bed listening to music for hours. To spend evenings with my friends and not worry about missing out on a night of college work. To chase a whim and embrace an opportunity. To volunteer my time to a cause that needs bodies and minds. To learn new skills, and teach my own.
I don’t need money to do these things, I just need time. Soon I’ll have a lot more of that, and I’m grateful for the consolation prize.