cash.

There’s a struggle that I genuinely hope can be resolved on day:

The job you like: pays too little

The job you hate: pays right

I often wonder if happiness in my job might come at a monetary cost.  Or if happiness at home is worth a little boredom during the day if it means a better paycheque.  I wonder if we’ll ever make enough for even just the simple lifestyle we want.  Kids are expensive.  Houses, cars, vacations are expensive.  Hockey equipment, dance costumes, tuition is expensive.  Music equipment, furniture, roof shingles are expensive.  Our debts.  They’re expensive.  But right now I like my job.  He likes what he’s doing.  And though we work a little harder to pay the bills, we smile more.  In less than two years decisions will be made in regards to careers.  Choices based on things outside ourselves will need to be made.  And I often wonder if I’m laying the best foundation for that or if I should be biting the bullet sooner in order to fill the bank quicker.  I don’t know.

Money makes me tired.