A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

I have been under a lot of stress at work lately.  There are so many new projects I am taking on (translate to: assigned).  The learning curve feels forever steep and I sort of curse myself for caring so much.  I am not one to half-ass anything.

Even this blog can be a strain.  I do not like to post things in a hurry.   I like to take my time and make sure everything is just to my satisfaction.  I try to make use of every spare minute I can carve out, but it never seems like enough.  It is not fair that I should spend so much time perfecting things like payroll and timekeeping when those things do not matter much to me at the end of the day.

I loved the idea of creating a cheeky admin assistant identity, but more and more it lacks humor in everyday life.  I am a girl Friday to so many people.  I am the girl that fetches copies and grits her teeth and bares it.  I am the girl with so much potential who wastes it in a job and does not pursue a practical, lucrative career.  They think this is all I am and all I am ever meant to be.

On the precipice of job security, I send a wish out into the great wide expanse that someday I will be more than I am today.  (And since I know wishing is only whining in a wistful voice, I will sit at this desk and string humble sentences together, one at a time.)

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2 Responses to A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

  1. Notorious M.A.G. says:

    The dream will come true. I know it. You will be a published writer and I will whine (wish) for you to write another! 🙂 \”They think this is all I am and all I am ever meant to be,\” because they have given up on their dreams. Don\’t lose sight of yours.

  2. Girl Friday says:

    Thanks for reading and commenting! I had a hard time with this post. I thought for like an hour about what to call it and then Cinderalla popped in my head!

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