Work. Work seems to be this all encompassing word that hangs over life, or at least mine. Whether it's working for money, working to get ahead, working to burn calories, or working to get something you may not want but will get you closer to what you do want. Whether I want to do anything or not is the key factor. Work for me only entails something I'm absolutely dreading. For example, when I go running outside with a friend and it's a beautiful day, I truly enjoy it. I think of it as having a nice run. On the other hand, when I'm not feeling well and it's raining outside, but I force myself to go the gym cause it's now or never. It's work.

Most of what I'm doing in my life right now is work. Work seems to be the underlying theme. As awful as that may sound, at least right now I'm on the brink. I'm almost past the undergraduate classes I view as work (one of those thing I mentioned that I don't want but will get me closer to what I do want) and into the classes that I find engaging. Then, once I graduate my career will be my passion, not work as my job is at the moment. And to take it one step further, I'll be earning more money in a smaller among of time, leaving myself plenty of time to exercise in ways that I enjoy.

Work for me seems to be this big hump at the being of life I have to work (perfect use of the word) to get over, and then for the most part I can put it behind me. Almost like my dues into adulthood. Though it all may sound far reached to some for me it's is work in its entirety.

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