Sitting here this evening enjoying a whisky sour and making my best attempt at drawing, seems I always disappoint myself. What a long week even though it was shorter than most. I find that I am hating my job more and more each day even though it is a great one. It is truly not that bad and many would love to have it. The company I have worked for has kept me employed for ten years, paid me well enough to be able to have purchased a new home and vehicles as well as take care of my family. We have more than most and yet I feel unsatisfied, I feel like something great is missing.
I have accepted that no matter what I have or have to offer I will always have this hole inside of me. That hollow feeling will always be there, the key is living with it and finding something daily that makes me smile.