I can work -- I'm not allergic to it -- but I just don't like to do it according to someone else's schedule.
Yes, I understand the necessity of clocks and calendars and deadlines. But I don't function at my best when my life is governed by them.
Guess I'm like my dad in that way. (Yes, Mother, I said it.) He hates answering to a boss, though, and I don't have a problem with having a boss, as long as I'm not being micro-managed. Give me a task, tell me what the end result needs to be, and give me a deadline. Then leave me alone.
As foolish as this might seem, especially in the current economy, I'm considering asking the executive director if I can work part-time out of my home office, and only report to the Club(s) when it's time to conduct programs for the kids. I've worked a lot of other places, and I've learned how I function best. All the good ideas don't come on a schedule -- I can be working out games or educational activities while I'm driving my truck or mowing the lawn -- and I can be most alert and creative at midnight.
Meantime, there's writing to be done, photographs to be taken, life to be lived. Dreams to be captured.
While still making those tortoise-paced updates to my house so I can sell it, I know I'm kinda stuck with this job. But I keep hearing lately some variation of this:
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
~Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
Wow. What if this is the last day? What have I accomplished?
Thirteen years. It's time for a change.