Misbalanced
In all honesty, I have never worked so hard as I have these past few weeks. There's been a perfect storm of drama, change and deadline that has blown me way off course and into an ocean of graft.
It's not something I relish, as my work/life balance is profoundly off kilter. What paltry capacity I have left is given to my wife and kids. My foibles and wee personal diversions, such as Sans God, have taken a back seat.
It's times like these that my priorities are made clear - and it's not the gravy train. I happily bought into the grand middle-class confusion of causation over correlation when we mortgaged the expensive house within the catchment of the 'best' schools. I brought my work home. Blurred the boundaries. All for the 'dream'.
And it's bitten me on the arse.
People are being said no to - my desk made clear, because I am fucked if I'm getting into this predicament again. Christmas will be ours goddammit...
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The "dream", I had one of those. When I got to where I thought I needed to be to make it reality I looked around and found that where I had thought I needed to be was bloody miles from where I now wanted to be.
Yep, kind of like that.
if it's any consolation, some of the same stuff is happening over here, but I am afraid to say no. Afraid of what might happen if I did.
Is it a house of cards kind of fear? If so, take a card from the bottom.
Work up from there ;)
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