Another day, another dollar

You know, growing up I never thought I would be where I am in life. I figured I'd be successful, a lawyer maybe, have a child, or maybe two. But here I am, stuck in a dead end job and no children. It's amazing to me how different things end up being than what we thought they would. I have a college degree, but I don't know why. I sure don't need it to do what I'm doing now. Some days it's hard to get up and drag myself in to work, knowing there's no end to this in sight. And why? So I can buy another thing, another piece of something that I don't really need, that doesn't really make me happy, that I could live without? Maybe I need to sit down and rearrange my proirities. I'm not getting any younger, my dh isn't getting any younger, and life just keeps slipping us by. I find myself wishing for Fridays, and all I'm doing is wishing my life away, a Friday at a time.