To Wine or to Write

Photo by Taryn Elliott

I am staring at my work computer, deciding how I should best use my “break time” in-between meetings. I am contemplating whether or not I should write or put on my shoes and head to the store to pick up a bottle of wine. Now, I don’t drink much. Like never. But occasionally, I enjoy a glass of wine on the weekends after a trying week. This has been one of those weeks.

I started posting to Medium in 2020 during my pursuit of financial freedom. I wrote a couple of articles, and being true to who I am, didn’t see immediate results so I put it away for about a year until I finally decided to give Medium a real try. I see the potential this platform has to offer, but wine also sounds like a really good idea.

I essentially have an hour to make up my mind.

I work a 9–5 that I hate. Quite frankly, it’s not a 9–5 and more like a 7–6, and then every minute after I turn off my work computer because I can’t disconnect. It’s so stressful and it’s seeping into my personal life. I find myself dreaming about work and waking up in a panic that I slept through a meeting. This is my experience every fucking morning. This is what leads me to want the occasional glass of wine at the end of a trying week.

Have you every met someone in the corporate world who sounds overly enthusiastic and proud of their work? So much that it almost makes you excited…