I Hate My Job… It Keeps Getting In The Way Of Building My Business…..
The following is the most recent post made to my personal blog lifeinthemind.wordpress.com. New followers are welcome. While I try my best to not use profanity, some topics may not be for the faint of heart as it is the uncensored musings of various subjects I deal with in life, Reader discretion is advised.
"This thought has been bothering me quite a bit the past few days. How in the heck am I supposed to work on building a reputation and a following for my business when all my waking hours are monopolized by the job? While the past few mornings have been spent doing the monotonous task of liking the FB fan pages of fellow Etsy shops, for some reason I find more enjoyment in even that than I do in completing any task that my FT job requires of me.
I am allotted only so many hours in the day, and when 8 of those hours are dedicated to the job, it leaves little time for anything else to be accomplished. Sure some may say, then why don’t you work on your business after hours? While that may be easy to say, it is much harder to do, especially when at the 5 PM hour you are left feeling utterly brain fried, with the want to do nothing more than crash on the couch and watch TV till its time to go to bed and start the process over again the next day.
To that, the peanut gallery would probably reply, then why don’t you just quit? Ah, now if life was only that easy. If I had no bills, no responsibilities to anyone except to satisfy my own desires than quitting would no doubt be the simplest choice, yet I do not seem to find myself living in that perfect world. I have bills to pay, pets to feed, more responsibilities than what can possibly be supported by just one salary and so I find myself stuck between the wants and the musts of life. I must work for someone else in order to pay the bills, but I would really love to be my own boss.
I have already realized that I am not cut out to be one who works for someone else, someone who lives to work, someone who makes someone else rich, but my wants keep getting pushed aside to satisfy the needs. I guess all I can hope is that I reach a point where I am able to start satisfying my wants before the rug that supplies my needs gets pulled out from underneath me."
Cheers to life my friend!