What, you might ask, does this photo have to do with work?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
This is me on vacation in Hawaii because I was fortunate enough to obtain a job two months ago that gives me decent compensation as well as personal satisfaction. I am beyond grateful. I am ecstatic. Because of my lucky, spoiled rotten life, I was able to come out of the busiest, most demanding semester of my time in university with a tropical week and a half with two very lovely and accommodating people.
This trip was an ideal rest before I get down and dirty with my work, which will commence as soon as I return home in a couple of days. This work will include teaching English online in the early mornings, completing my final two credits to meet the requirements of my undergraduate degree, collaborating with a poet from Toronto throughout the month of June to present an hour-long reading/performance at the end of the month (stay tuned for more details), and (hopefully!) working on some writing projects which have been stalled for much too long.
Coming out of a Hawaiian vacation, you would think that I would be dreading this inevitable work load. Not so the case. I am anxious, sure, and curious about how far I can push myself in the coming months, but above all I am excited and content — two emotions that I didn’t know could go hand in hand. After years of struggling with mental illness and dissatisfaction with my day-to-day life, I have finally managed to fill my time with all the things that I love: great companionship (great students), great literature, and writing. Oh, and did I mention I’ll be fitting some rock climbing in there as well?
What more could there be to live for?