Monday, November 8, 2010

escaping the rat race

Waking up to get the kids ready for school when it's still dark outside is kind of depressing sometimes. The best part is being awake to catch the amazing Saskatchewan sunrises.

Everything looks so pretty in this slightly pink light. I breathe in this serenity knowing that soon I will have to tackle the dishes, fold the laundry, break up fights, listen to whining, cook meals.....all that MOM stuff.

Sometimes, when things get overwhelming, I think back to a few years ago when I was hauling kids to daycare every morning and sitting in cubicle HELL for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week and occasionally running to the bathroom to cry because I was SO stressed out.

That's when I realize how wonderful it is to be up to my ears in laundry & dishes and how awesome it is that I get to SEE my children growing up each day - even if they do make me nuts some days. ;)

I don't have to be out in that horrible rat race full of sociopaths and power hungry douchebags, running around like an idiot, working for THE MAN and yet essentially achieving nothing.

"That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing." David Foster Wallace in his Commencement Address at Kenyon College

You will never find me working under fluorescent lights. I will not wear black dress pants and sensible shoes. My lunch breaks are never timed. I don't have to pretend that I give a damn about whether sales are low this year compared to last year. I DON'T FUCKING CARE!

(Okay, that rant was brought to you by a hormonal imbalance caused by PMS.)

PMS is awesome by the way - especially now that I've figured out how to harness it and use it to my advantage. ;)

Now, back to those dishes.

1 comment :

  1. I had many years of balance, but then went back to working for l'homme. It had it's pros and cons, but I most missed having the mindspace to think and dream. Now it takes a 3000 mile trip to give me that chance again for a mere 15 days.