Counting hours

You can almost see how separated we are from nature when we begin to freak out over a few inches of rain. People become grouchy, their already poor driving skills worsen, and only a few brave souls dare to leave their houses. There are moments today of peace and quiet, with still weather and the sun barely shining, beaming through a few clouds. Then, suddenly, we have pouring rain drenching the parking lots, with people running as fast as they can to their cars, and by the looks of it, it seems like that might be the first time they’ve run in some time. Admittedly, for me, today was a rest day—not because I wanted it, but because the rain dictated it. It just felt more aligned with the nature of the day to sit inside a coffee shop and see how much caffeine I could actually ingest. Eventually, I had to return to real life, which is working my part-time job, a job I’ve unfortunately started to dread. It’s not the people or the work itself; it’s simply that my mind is elsewhere. I would eventually like to bring my full attention to this website and the ideas I have for it, but for now, I’m still a slave to the dollar. There’s no shame in that—it’s a means to an end. No one should ever feel shame in working. In fact, you should be proud of any work you do. Whatever work you do, you should do it to the best of your ability. If you aren’t capable of doing it at your best, then do it with a smile. If you’re not capable of doing it with a smile, then at least show up.