Slave driver

The money monster slave driver is such a liar. He would have me believe that I have to be run ragged, be available and accommodating at the best and worst of times for work.  While at the gym the other day I heard a man say to another "you gotta work when you can" and I thought, now how did he know that is the thought I'm trying to extinguish?  As I write, I realize hey, this thought was planted in my pysche, it isn't organic, it didn't just sprout like an ugly prickly weed all by itself , it's societal!  Now don't get me wrong, I love my work, and am grateful for it, it's the crazy weird hours that need some attentive taming. Entrepreneurs are a unique and wonderful breed of independent dependant workers.  While we independently rely on ourselves for revenue generation, we also depend on attracting, serving and maintaining relationships with clients for our income.  No clients, no work, that's the catch. Slave driver, he wants me to feel fear, fear of loss, fear of lack, fear of not doing enough and all the while he laughs as I jump on his hampster wheel and spin my way to crazy mental and emotional exhaustion.  As I write, I know I am not alone, that there are many small cages around the world with human hamsters running so fast that they don't realize the scenery somehow always stays the same.  Do I want to work, oh yeah I do. Do I want to make money, absolutely.  Do I want it to be the reason I wake up in the morning, well kind of, but I don't want it to be the only reason, the driving force, the wheel I endlessly spin round and round.  Slave driver monster, you are not the boss of me, I have a life ya know, and it doesn't include YOUR hamster wheel.  Today I worked, got paid, and I will patiently wait for what I know will come again, more work and more pay because I'm good at what I do, not because I have to keep trying to be good.  I stand tall and still, victorious with my sword deep into yet another slayed money monster.