I think that must be the most ungrateful person in the world. No sooner do I have a job (after all that IS what I wanted) then I start to feel trapped into the working world again. I mean, come on! Fickle doesn't even cover it. A bit of time off really gives you space to reflect and I realise the life of a freelancer - while it has its stresses and strains - does give you the 'down time' so painfully lacking the the realms of the nine to fiver. Not able to go for a lovely swim at 11am, not able to meet friends for coffee and cakes in the hazy afternoon sun. Not able to make doctor's appointments, not able to shop, not able to do anything other than work.
OK, there are positives: earning a wage for a start. And meeting new people. And working in a nice location. That would normally be great except, almost instinctively, the flying ants knew that I was flagging in my struggle to remain upbeat and have come out in force to chase me back inside to the confines of the office. Like a bird with its wings clipped. Ah well, at least I can pay the mortgage. But is it worth my sanity?
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