You want the money, you need the money.
You want to feel busy, you need to feel busy.
You want the free time, you need the free time.
I want (no, I need) the money. In all honesty, I need money. I need to pay for my car, my school, and for my lifestyle. (Yes, first world problems. I know.)
But, by God, what I would give for a money tree. Plant it, sit back and watch the money grow.
I do enjoy working. I love my jobs. I love the interaction with people. And I love the reward of a hard day's work. I do. Really.
Unfortunately, I love sleeping more. A lot more.
Now, I obviously cannot spend (all) my days in bed. However, days off? Always in bed until at least 11 a.m. Say what you will. I like sleep. The downside of this is simple: guilt. I feel so guilty each and every day I have off. I can't control the fact that I have the day off, most of the time, yet, wicked guilt. Wicked.
But, work is work. Money is money. Free time is free time. I'll take 'em as they come.
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