My job is killing my brain...

I'm in the midst of a moral crisis.

I think my job is actually killing brain cells - without the fun of being drunk. But it's a cushy job with little pressure or responsibility.  My actual job takes up little time, leaving me loads of creativity perfecting my time management techniques.  Sometimes my day is spent obsessing over Pinterest or Facebook.  Sometimes I let whatever that Stumbly thing is take my time.  Often I find myself just doodling.

I'm amazed at how my doodles often mirror my feelings.

So, it's clearly not a hard job, and I like the people I work with.  And they're really flexible.  If I have an appointment it's not a big deal and I don't have to take leave.  But I'm no where near following my passion.  Selling beach tents was never on my MASH list of jobs.  No child has ever said, "When I grow up I want to sell tents to people."

I want to help people (not just help them keep from getting sunburned, that doesn't count).  I have a degree in Counseling Psychology and the only time I use those skills are when I have to Skype people in Europe.  Listening skills - I got mad listening skills.

So, do I stick with what's safe and easy, or do I go out and risk losing a good thing?

I guess in the meantime I'll sit back and doodle some more.  Maybe try to get back some brain cells by being creative...or I'll just look at youtube videos of the Toronto Raptor rollerblading down stairs...