It is Labor Day in the US and I am laboring. Hmm, you’re thinking, clearly Kelley has missed the point… but no, one of the special perks of being self-employed is that you get to work on holidays! Now aren’t you jealous?
I labor for many reasons, including love and art and the mortgage. And I labor so that perhaps one day I can not-labor in one of these places.
Go look at the pretties, and think of me working and smiling and dreaming of big sky, endless water, the peace of vastness.
Enjoy your day. Enjoy where you are, and where you hope to be.
Ah, then we are sisters on this day, at least if you are writing. I am composing a report on abuse, neglect, exploitation, and fraud in the developmental disabilities system for a DD system overhaul oversight committee. There is no way, even though I’ve removed all identifying info from my reports, that there will not be retaliation against me because of this. Therefore, I am scared witless but pumping myself up with bum-kicking music – currently Carmina Burana. If you know any good bum-kicking tunes, I could use suggestions.
I just want people to suck it up, get it together, deal with their issues, and stop the crap. Now to figure out how to put these concepts into positive, persuasive prose . . . Hope your endeavors are going well : )
Oh my goodness, I am so sorry to hear that you are feeling scared. Really sorry. You’re being very brave. And it can be especially hard to deliver this kind of thing in language that persuades people who would perhaps really rather not see what’s right in front of them.
I like The Runaways and The Crystal Method for ass-kicking, but they are pretty much on the other end of the spectrum from Carmina Burana…
Hang in there.
Working for yourself means that you are not alienated labor, like people who work for someone else. That is, you own an interest in your labor. How’s that for Marxism?