Dear Day Job,
I can’t believe it’s been five years. I remember our first day together as pure magic. I sat in orientation pinching myself because you were my new reality. I took pride in becoming a part of such a rich legacy of creativity and storytelling.
A giant Mouse hugged me and handed me a prize after I correctly answered the question, “What is our mission?”
We create happiness.
I couldn’t believe that my job was going to be making people happy. What an honor. What a privilege. What a dream—my dream.
You just won’t be my happily ever after. Continue reading “I Don’t Love You Anymore: An Open Letter to my Day Job”