WriteTribe Festival of Words Day 3- Free Write and Some Cathartic Writing

 Day 3 Prompt- Free Write

Today is Day 3 of Write Tribe Festival ofWords and today's prompt is Free Write. To be honest I had no idea what Free Write is but fortunately Corrine  included a link where Suzy Que had kindly explained the meaning of Free Write(you can look it up here) and it looked intriguing. So this is my 15 minutes of free write-

It’s 9.19 AM and I’m alone in my deserted office beginning another dreary day in my tiny cubicle. Some days I have to actually drag myself to office and most Mondays the first thought that I have, as soon as I get up, is that I have to go to office and that thought itself is enough to make me pull the duvet over my head and sleep for eternity.

I have been working in IT since 2006 but of late there’s a growing sense of discontentment and a feeling of being trapped inside my office that refuses to leave my side. I have tried all means of self-motivation but the feeling just returns to haunt me after some days. A few weeks back, I was so depressed that I blurted out the truth to my husband and we knew that it was serious. It was then that I decided to either quit IT altogether or just have a change of job.

With the kind of financial commitments lurking around us, I’m sure that I cannot sit at home but I’m thinking of taking up another field of profession. I felt terrible for being in early 30s and having thoughts of changing my line of work completely. But after reading few articles on the net, I felt relieved knowing that there are lot of people who have the same thoughts in their 30s.

It does amaze me, when I care to ponder over it, that something I had loved in the beginning and felt that this was what I had always wanted to do, is creating this gnawing discontent within me. In the first 5 years of IT, I was so enthused; I remember that I used to work on Saturdays and sometimes even Sundays. I used to swipe my ID card at 9.15 AM in the morning every day and I used to never leave office before 8.45 PM. Of course that was before my marriage and my kid. But I wanted to work; I wanted to excel at what I was doing.

And now I just consider this my job, something that I get paid for. I guess our feelings change, just like people change over the years. But I know this for sure, as I sit in my cramped cubicle, typing out the words flowing hastily from my mind, a job that does not make you cringe the first thing you get up in the morning, a job that does not make you pull your hairs out in frustration, a job that does not get you depressed by evening, is a job for keeps.

But then again do such jobs exist?

It’s only in the evenings that I can relax when I usually think of fun ways to end the day. Like yesterday, my husband and I were returning home and we saw ‘99 varieties of dosa’ in a roadside stall. Despite my initial reluctance to eat from a roadside stall, I tasted a Gobi-Paneer-Butter Masala Dosa and I have to admit it was scrumptious.

Can you decipher my expression, what I'm trying to say when eating the dosa