Dear paycheck;
Thank you for showing up in my bank account on a bi-weekly basis to financially, (almost) sustain me.
I truly appreciate the gesture of compensation , as do my various creditors, merchants, my kids, and of course, the revenue agency.
In We have had a decent relationship, you and I- me being ambitious and driven, and you being the double edged sword reward for all my toil and corporate compliance.
My entrepreneurial spirit has somehow succumbed to the fear that I would be reduced to desperation and loss with you... I am , er, dependent.
This is how I feel about my paycheck.
Or rather, what I am doing to earn it.
My soul has shrunk. I have no passion.
I have no desire to be earning. It's eating me alive inside...some days it literally is.
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