Day Job

Eight years ago today I began working at my current job. This is a fact I'll ponder today — but it's one I notice every day, given the framed snapshot of the girls on my desk. It's 2006, our summer trip to California, and they are 11, 14 and 17.

What I'm thinking about now, though, is not just the improbability of their current ages — 19, 22 and 25! — but the fact that for half the years I've been working this day job, I've been writing this blog. I like the heft of this ratio, and will like it even more when it grows from 1/2 to 3/5 or 3/4.

This is not to disparage the day job but only to say that for me, and for many others, the creative work that happens before and after the eight hours is what matters most. It's a funny, bifurcated way to live, straddling worlds, but there are compensations.

I savor them however I can.