Tax Season Makes Me Feel Like Punching Numbers.

The sky is clear. It looks as if it's warm and nice out but once you open the window a bitter cold hits you right in the face. It's like a shockwave. I haven't written for a while. I believe the ladt time was when I was getting on the plane to Montreal, which was delightful. I got to speak French and translate for my friend whom I met with, despite her forceful words about how she really needed to do it on her own. I arrived back home warmed by the stay in Canada, in home, my prior home. 

Now I'm just wasting aways the days of work until I have another vacation upon me. That's what work really is for me, just the time spent between vacations meant to fill the void. Not going to lie, I don't get much fufillment out of my job. It's just a job, something to bring in the dough to pay bills and allow me to survive in this world. However, what I find even more surprising are the amounts of people who are shocked when I tell them my career does not meet my lifes fufillment. The irony in this is that most of the people I meet like this are accountants, CPAs, dental hygenists, physical education teachers, people in careers that would otherwise be not thought chosen for enjoyment but out of necessity. I mean, really, who ever says they actaully want to grow up to be a CPA? 

Answer: No one.