It’s been incredibly busy at work. I typically work every weekday evenings and half days on the weekends. The other night, I was helping out on a proposal. I finished at midnight and sent my version to someone on the west coast. It was still 9PM over there. He worked on it for a few more hours and sent it off to someone in Manila. That person will put all the finishing touches and send it back to us first thing in the morning. It’s a crazy world. Most nights I just stumble into bed and immediately fall asleep. I even woke up one morning with my shirt and jeans still on and my bedside lamp shining brightly.
The year actually started off well. I got reacquainted with the small gym in my condo. I started to look for writing courses. Then work sort of just took over as it usually does. In the middle of this, I managed to survive another round of job cuts. The myth of the work life balance. Part of me wants to leave. Part of me is too scared to.