Chief Joseph

Today, I have had it. I am sick of my job(s) and my life and my (terribly cute!) apartment and everything.

I can act and write and teach and direct and produce. Who will pay me to do this? No one. What I'm good at is "non-essential."

At my shitty day job, there's no work for me to do. At my night jobs, I don't get paid enough to do the massive amounts of work that I do for them. Why? Because they're "non-essential" organizations.

I'm living at the end of a limb on the body of America and that body just got plunged into the North Atlantic. Slowly, ever so slowly, the blood is being diverted away from the hands and the feet and the arms and the legs, to keep the organs warm. And we, out here on the fringes, are starting to die a little. But what will this country be like without those non-essential jobs? Who will teach us how to feel?

I am having a Chief Joseph moment. I am longing to say "From where the sun now stands in the sky, I will fight no more forever."