A Good Tired

I find myself going to my job from 9 to 5 or so every week day. I say that I find myself because it's almost like my body is on auto-pilot. My life has, in some ways, become a lesson in logic: I desire food, shelter, and entertainment; therefore, I must work.

However, after my day job is over, I get to go to my other job. It is here that I am with like-minded people who desire greatness in a field that I am passionate about, and they are willing to work hard to achieve it. This job is perhaps more tiring because when I don't give my all, I let everyone else on stage down, and with everyone else being as talented as they are, this is something that I can't stand to do.

After rehearsal, I come home exhausted, and I oftentimes just pass out on the couch, where I remain until I am awakened the next morning by light creeping between and beneath the Venetian blinds. It is then that I start the whole cycle again.

While I am sure that there is meaning in the day job (character growth, financial responsibility, blah blah blah) that I am perhaps too immature to fully realize yet, the meaning that I find in just three hours a night at rehearsal is enough to motivate me to go on. When I am too exhausted to stay awake at night, all I can do is smile because I know where my sleepiness comes from.