Tonight I missed out on joining friends in celebrating a birthday. A birthday that someone flew home as a surprise for. Celebrating with people I love and miss.
This week I took 3 days of vacation off from work and still ended up working nearly 40 hours. I took vacation to spend time with one of my dearest friends from WAY back who flew here to visit me.
This month I have not blogged once. Actually, I haven't blogged in over a month. In an industry full of creatives, blogging is where I feel my most creative.
My job is dictating my life. I live to work, I do not work to live (or is it the other way around - I'm so upside down these days). Actually, I live quite comfortably if you count the few hours I have spent outside of my office in the past 3 months.
I own a (not-so-small) home in LA.
I have 4 rescue animals.
I drive a Mazda 6 I bought new the year they came out.
Mostly all material things.
I travel. A lot. And I can't even fathom giving that up.
The pros and the cons. Do they weigh an equal amount, sides meaning nothing? Or are some worth more than others?
I'm lost right now. Torn between some loves and some hates. I don't know which direction I'm going in or which direction I want to go.
This happens.
Drastic measures? Or simple changes?
I don't want to miss out on life. But am I doing so by complaining about it? Yes, I think that's the answer. Opinions?
