i'm happy where i am

i'm not independently wealthy. just have enough that i don't have to beat myself to death every day at a job i don't like doing to make ends meet.

so why the heck do i feel so guilty about not working harder? isn't this what people work for all their lives? to work hard at some points to gain some financial independence so you don't have to beat yourself to death at a mcjob for the rest of your life?

if i thought no one else had expectations of me it would be just fine. but i think others *expect* me to work harder so i feel guilty that i don't. but i don't *want* to work harder. i'm quite happy just to get by with enough to put food on the table and a roof over my head. and i'm not even that fussy about the roof. could be in a minivan for all i care.

heck, i'd live in a box and be happy if it meant i didn't have to bust my ass every day doing something i don't like.

i think i missed my calling. i shoulda been a gypsy.