Okay so hear it goes. Life has been frickin crazy and I have been working my butt off. Why? Because that’s just what I have taught myself to do. Hours available? Mine, mine and all mine. Stupid? You bet your ass. But I think God has put a couple of signs up and I’m supposed to slow down. What signs? The fluid in the lungs, the weight gain and probably the hardest for me to mention… I have been working so much I forgot my dad’s birthday. I didn’t even realize it until I talked to my mom. A little more then a year ago I was so concerned that I might lose him and now I miss a fucking birthday. How does a person do that?
So I talked it over with the people in my life and they had lots of great wisdom. The best was, “It’s great to want to pay the bills, but you can’t kill yourself or ignore the people you love. Work to live, not live to work.” Okay so I’m going to try. I turned down over time this weekend and so I have Friday and Saturday off. One day at a time right? Find stuff to do that I enjoy again right? Taking some advice from the little train that could, “I think I can.”