It is 10:19 am in Vancouver, BC, and I am of more-than-two minds. I am at work, at one of my three jobs, and I'm thinking that I would like to work less. If I worked less, I would have more free time; I could finish cleaning my room, and maybe paint it, or just always write; I wouldn't feel so tired every day.

On the other hand, being called in to work is a "favour" to me. I'm not due to start at this job until August 10, and I'm currently racking up hours in the guise of my second "usual" job (don't worry if that made no sense to you). The more I work, the more money I make, and I'm going to need all the money I can get for university. I'm going to need a lot of money after university; I'm going to need millions of dollars before I can convince my parents that writing fiction is a viable career option.

At what point do I separate my now-18 year old mind from my former 17 year old mind and decide that work is necessary instead of unnnecessary? A good thing instead of a bad thing? A responsibility instead of a punishment?

And, yes, I might be working 8 hours a day right now, but as it's been pointed out to me, a normal work day is 8 hours x 5+ days x however many weeks x 30+ years anyhow. I have it "easy" right now. However will I survive the "real world" if I can't survive what's left of this summer?

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