Trapped Behind a Screen.

writer at computer

Do you ever feel like the banalities of daily life just get too much and your inner id is clawing to get out and experience the world beyond your computer screen?

That’s how I’m feeling at the moment. It’s not like I wake up every morning and dread going to my day job, which I certainly have in the past, but work, am I right?

I think it’s more of a FOMO thing that’s making my inner child scream from within me. Walking to work, I pass buildings that I’d rather be inside of or would rather be passing in another city. At my desk, I check Twitter and catch up on blogs and it feels like everyone is doing much cooler things than I am, making their dreams come true and contributing to society in a way that I can’t when I’m trapped behind a screen in an unfulfilling job.

FOMO is new to me. I’m rarely envious of other people save for the passing pang of professional rivalry when an acquaintance has a piece published somewhere I’d like to be published or the good-natured “I’m sooo jealous” when a friend is off on an overseas trip. And spare me the “maybe you need to switch off from technology and social media and get out and do something”; social media is often the only thing that keeps me connected to the things I want to be doing, the places I want to be and the people I want to meet. The job I’m in pursuit of doing full-time—freelance writing—will see me spending more time behind the screen so that’s not an option.

This discontentment is a finite state: I have plans in place that will see me living my best life. Unfortunately, said day job is an integral part of those plans because money. And time to make that money.

In the grand scheme of things the time I’m biding is a drop in the ocean. That’s a good analogy, actually: you know when you’ve just pulled up at the beach after a long road trip to get there and the water is calling to you and you just want to run to it but your mum’s there insisting on another sunscreen application and dad’s unloading the trunk with towels and eskies and the like. My future life, the one I’m yearning to be living right now, is calling to me like the ocean from behind the windscreen.

Image via Sarah Ayoub.

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