Recently, I grabbed drinks with some friends who I hadn’t synced up with in a while. We were catching up and one of them asked, “So how’s your desk job going?” The italics were palpable. She’s an artist who, for all intents and purposes, is working her dream job. One of the rare ones who got a job using her creative liberal arts degree right out of college. She obviously thought I was settling. I took the bait and found myself trying to validate my work. Speaking about how in love I was with it, like it was some sort of indicator of my level of self-actualization/worth. Which was a lie. Both because I am not working my dream job and I don’t believe that one is necessary for a fulfilled life.
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