So I was thinking about work, and what it means to me. I couldn't really figure out a good way to describe my feelings towards it. For me at least, work (my current job) is just temporarily helping me reach my goal of becoming a graphic designer. In other words, work is a metaphor for eventually reaching your dreams. I have a dream that I know someday I will reach, and I'm already on my way. Whatever job I may have now, is just another step I'm taking towards achieving my goals. I love where I work, don't get me wrong, but I know there are bigger and better things out there waiting for me to conquer.