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The Comparison Thought Nugget

I'm still thinking of Life Beyond the Cube and what that means.

I dream of working at my leisure, not being in a cube, and enjoying some fresh air. No schedule. Just pure freedom.

I'm so driven to that desire that I started grad school for a counseling program. If I'm a counselor, I'll be able to make my own schedule, help people, and find fulfillment...right?  To be honest, I'm having doubts.

I just read this amazing article, "5 Ways to Find Fulfillment Outside of Work" from The Daily Positive and what I'm starting to realize is that, even if I go into counseling and have a successful practice, I will not have the kind of leisure that I'm looking for!  Shit, I'll need it more than I do now!

So I'm pondering about my future. Counseling is an honorable position and I could help so many people. Right now, I'm going to be starting a new role as a Program Associate for Nursing students, where I kinda sorta get to work with people, have a steady paycheck, good insurance, and gain some vacation time to have that leisure time. With counseling, that's going to be a struggle. At least that's my initial thought.

So that's a thought that I'm chasing right now.

"Oh comparison, you get us every time. Some of my past jobs caused me to compare myself to those who were living the dream or changing the world. You know who I’m talking about…the traveling photographers, the non-profit workers, and that one person who barely tried but was handed your dream job. We measure our success and fulfillment to those around us without ever thinking we too have these opportunities. We can volunteer for non-profit organizations and take pictures during our next vacation. Remember, you may have the life that someone else uses in their personal comparisons."


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