The thing about job-hunting is that it is like a second job (maybe a part time job) on top of your regular money-making job. So it is really hard to come home from a day of working and find the energy to keep working.
So I remind myself that changing the status quo is difficult. It is sometimes painful. It is definitely less pleasant than watching Game of Thrones or reading a book or any of the other things I would rather be doing with my time. And I remind myself that the first unionists went through much worse to organize. (Yes, I liken my struggle to find satisfying work with that of Eugene Debs’ mission to develop decent working conditions. I am sure if he was alive he would have nothing objectionable to say about this). And when I really have nothing else, I remind myself of what the Lorax would say. “Unless people like you care a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” True for the trees, true for my life, Lorax.
I hold out hope that one day I’ll be in a position where I’m content, happy with what’s happening and life can continue on its merry way without cover letters or resumes. Nothing so far has indicated that this is the case, so I suppose it is good to keep my skills in good practice.