Keeping with the running metaphor, when it comes to work, I’m a sprinter. I can have intense periods of output, but then I need to hang back a bit and get some perspective. I’m still reading, not even close to 50 books, but plugging away. I’ve read more books this year than I’ve read since I took the year off abroad. Anyway, I’m toward the end of Teacher Man, and for some reason this morning it made me think about having a creative job, like being a writer. I’m not a creative person, but I do enjoy creativity, and can appreciate it in others. I think having to be creative on a daily basis sounds like a lot of pressure, but also very freeing and exciting. I’m not planning on becoming a writer, but what reading made me think about today is where I feel constrained in my work; what causes me to feel trapped? There is predictability, but enough unpredictability to keep it interesting and exciting. Is it the schedule, the hours? I work for the public and therefore my time is accountable to the public – eating lunch can be guilt inducing, though I think the public would want me to be healthy and nourished so I can serve it better. I have seriously considered leaving my work, not because it is difficult or tragic, but because I think I am in a spot where I have dealt with the secondary demons. I feel motivated to become that magnet into post-secondary, or perhaps policy or law.