Standing Desk


There I am, standing at the desk. Because it’s a standing desk. And it’s electric; it moves up or down at the push of a button. The button is pushed at the whim of my comforts. Back is sore? vvvvvvvmmmmmm. Push the button and stand. Legs hurting? vvvvvvvvmmmmmmm, back down again.

And I stand there but all I can think is — is this it?

I’m closer to retirement age right now than I am closer to the age of the average person starting their career. The average person is halfway done with their career, or already moved on to a second, and I’m still waiting for my first one to start (over again).

Maybe it’s time to give up? But maybe it’s too late to start over?

Maybe it’s time to take a stand — but that is a risk that could backfire and have you lose everything you’ve worked for. So … ostensibly, that’s the same as starting over.

I’m so fucking glad nobody reads my bullshit here.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *