This is part of BootsnAll’s 30 Days of Indie Travel project, a daily blogging challenge with a prompt for every day in November 2011. Check out the prompt at the bottom of this post to find out how you can participate! The year was 2008 and the routine was familiar. By around 5pm on Sunday night, my stomach would be a knot of anxiety at the thought of returning to work the next day. By Wednesday or Thursday afternoon, I’d send a frantic, frustrated email to friends: Happy hour. Tonight. Necessity. Friday at 5pm was bittersweet as I felt the release of knowing I had the next 70+ hours to myself mixed with the unshakable knowledge that come Monday I’d be right back here. I didn’t hate my job and I wasn’t bad at it. I received praise for my performance and significant raises on a regular basis. I did what needed to be done and worked hard to do well, but I just didn’t care. I wasn’t passionate about my work. I was happiest when I was traveling, researching travel for myself or for others, or writing about my trips. I was passionate about travel and about writing, and also about helping others to travel as well. So if figured if I couldn’t get excited about my work, I could get [...]
This is part of BootsnAll’s 30 Days of Indie Travel project, a daily blogging challenge with a prompt for every day in November 2011. Check out the prompt at the bottom of this post to find out how you can participate! The year was 2008 and the routine was familiar. By around 5pm on Sunday night, my stomach would be a knot of anxiety at the thought of returning to work the next day. By Wednesday or Thursday afternoon, I’d send a frantic, frustrated email to friends: Happy hour. Tonight. Necessity. Friday at 5pm was bittersweet as I felt the release of knowing I had the next 70+ hours to myself mixed with the unshakable knowledge that come Monday I’d be right back here. I didn’t hate my job and I wasn’t bad at it. I received praise for my performance and significant raises on a regular basis. I did what needed to be done and worked hard to do well, but I just didn’t care. I wasn’t passionate about my work. I was happiest when I was traveling, researching travel for myself or for others, or writing about my trips. I was passionate about travel and about writing, and also about helping others to travel as well. So if figured if I couldn’t get excited about my work, I could get [...] 