2003-07-16 11:12 a.m.

I am unhappy with my job. It's not fun anymore. It is harder and harder to get up and get out of bed anymore—no amount of time in bed slakes my thirst for sleep's escape on those mornings that fall between the weekends.

So, what is there to do? How can I be part of the solution?

The obvious thing to do is the same thing I would suggest to any beloved friend: I must actively sculpt the seconds, the minutes, and the hours to match my imagination—expertly–crafting the times according to my mind's eye. If I want life to be fun, I must make it fun—carving it out from the rough.

The real question is why have I not been making it as fun lately?


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