Forced Stillness

I’m sick. My voice sounds both sultry and squeaky with varying frequencies. I feel like Phoebe from Friends singing Smelly Cat with her raspy, mucous-coated vocal cords. It’s no fun. Here’s what I’ve accomplished over the past two days: Illness is one of the few things that makes me stop. Really pause and rest. I…

Work vs. Toil

How do you feel about work? Whether it be your job, vocation, career, chores, duties, or responsibilities, how do you feel about your work? Do you love it? Is it rewarding? Would you, as my high school guidance counselor always hoped, work even without pay? Or is it a drudgery? A necessary task to earn…