I’ve got the the working week blues
Graffeti in a hostel in Argentina.
Ever had one of these weeks? I would bet my bottom dollar that most of us have. I certainly have my moments when I’d rather be anywhere else than in my job wondering where my life went and despairing that I’m doomed to a 9 – 5 routine until I retire. Luckily my inner wild child (who I wrote about yesterday) does not like boredom, rebels against security and pension plans and loves a challenge. Every couple of years she will seize the opportunity to sweet talk me into either a year’s travelling or to apply for a new job. I’ve resided in 17 different houses (rented/bought/family), changed careers four times, travelled in 4 continents and lived in three of them. I wonder where we are going next?