365 dAys of aRt. DAY TWENTY-FOUR.

give me a little piece of corporate america
i'll mold it into art
you can see the beauty in the lines that they give you
but wait until i pull it apart

I spent a year of my life commuting back and forth to the capital of Corporate America, everyday feeling like I was just another mammal in the rat race. I'd wake up at 5am; drive to the train station; RUN to catch my 6:14 train -- most of the time missing it and having to wait in the cold or the rain or the hundred degree heat index for the next one; into Union Station, I'd follow the herds into the subway station to catch my red line; two transfers later and a fifteen minute walk into the nine to five job that had great benefits and a good 401(K). It took me two weeks to realize the money wasn't worth it -- that I didn't fit in with all the suits and high-heels (and that i never would) -- and, that life is too short to spend the majority of it commuting. A year later I left Corporate America behind. I will never go back.
I wish I could say that I left Corporate America to make ART. Instead, I went back to school to divert into the healthcare industry. Trading a suit for scrubs, I'm beginning to wonder if it's all the same. Do we trade in our individualism for salary and good benefits?