So sorry Elana. I hear your depression. The dishes, the pointlessness... all of it.

It doesn't "mean" anything. It's so wrong that we are so dependent on our jobs. Someone said we nothing more than slaves, or indentured servants at best. I can envision a world where we are free to live dignified creative, productive lives, where we do work because it gives us pleasure, and not because we are in fear for the survival necessities.

And yet, even within this not-so-ideal reality, we can carve some dignity and creativity for ourselves. For example dishes. I too have a relationship to them. When I am depressed it's such a chore, but when I manage to catch a better wave, I can clean dishes, make a bright clean kitchen, stand there and look at it, and feel pleasure and satisfaction.

Please don't let your troubles grind you down. Fight for your happiness. If dishes are depressing you now, forget them, go for a walk, find a park bench and listen to birds sing, enjoy the subshine. You are so much more than employee, dish-washer, appartment cleaner, may you find a way to remind yourself.

((((Elana))))