sometimes an impending sense of doom fills my core when i get yelled at by customers at work. not because their unplaced anger hurts my feelings, but because of the absurdity of the job iβm currently doing.
like if i stopped trying, i could just get stuck doing this for the rest of my life. i know i won't do that, but it's still a very jarring notion and it forces me to remind myself that though this job is necessary right now, itβs ultimately temporary. i'm working hard to make my dreams come true and this is just a step in that journey.
almost nothing is permanent. this too shall pass :)
