Sometimes this dream, or goal, or future desired self-as-writer feels a bit like a long distance relationship – just as unreal but just as comforting. There is a purpose to the days, there is a goal to hit. It is more than mindlessness and “getting by,” those awful emotions I felt not so long ago when I saw stretching in front of me years upon years of working in a cubicle as my only option. In those days I despised my job and despised myself to a certain extent for succumbing to the sweet material security a job like that provided. But today, as I sat typing corporate nothings at a computer that was company owned in a room without a window, I was able to wrap myself in the comfort that this was not my destiny. It was not my future. I couldn’t wait for the day to end so I could get home and get down to my real work: my various writing projects. Fatigue, disenchantment, computer strain, nothing could hold me back from running up the stairs in my apartment building to turn on my own computer and start tip-tap-typing all the ideas that flew in and out of my head during the day. In many ways it feels like I am leading a new life, a better life, even though it feels like a double one. The…
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Nacie Carson is a professional development author who focuses on career evolution and authenticity. Her upcoming book, The Finch Effect, examines career success strategies in the changing economy.
