Since I was 19, I've worked in the clinical research field - working with pharmaceutical companies to test their investigational medications on "healthy normal" adults. My roles have always been administrative in nature - I had no interest in becoming a research associate or coordinator (and still don't). Currently, I work with an ethics committee within a local hospital system that reviews and approves potential studies looking to recruit our patients.
Sometimes the work can be very interesting - the studies that are the most intriguing to me are ones that don't use devices or medication at all, but are more social studies or psychiatric studies - especially studies involving schizophrenia, because of my father's battle with the same condition. It's always interesting to see how different doctors or students approach the same disease.
My own beliefs in health care and how I want to treat my body clash with the work I assist in - I honestly believe that drugs are NOT the answer to every ailment - and so I feel like I'm stuck in a work life that not only is completely void of creativity (we're dealing with government regulations, everything is what it is), but it's also working in a field that I don't believe in.
Because of the nature of my work, and the people I work with, I'm constantly in a state of overwhelming frustration and stress. It's not healthy (maybe there's a medication for that), but luckily I have my own office where I can just rest my head...or cry...or, in most cases, doodle...
When I need to take a moment to get my thoughts together, I'll doodle on every scrap piece of paper I can find. Hell, I'll even use brand new post-it notes to let my creative mind be free from the stress. For the most part, I doodle these random squiggles (like you see on the bird's tail), but today, the above words just seemed to flow from my drawing hand, as though my body was telling me a truth:
"Live the life you love - be free"
Trust me, I'm working on it.
The February Photo A Day challenge has been, well, a challenge. Pinky swear I'll get it going tomorrow again. Maybe.