Since my return from my sabbatico, I feel like I've been in this perpetual state of running. Constantly jumping from one this to the next, with no lay-overs or nights to just sit and relax. I realize that I have forgotten the most important lesson of my trip and what's most valuable to me. What is it you might ask? Why it's me!
I have simply forgotten to do the things that make me happy and enjoy the minimal free time I've had. I also debate attempting to have a balance between work, friends, and home life... one always seems to be suffering. What is the equation to allow for this balance? Anyone got that figured out??
Well, it is true that this summer I have been to far more concerts, festivals, and had numerous fun times with friends... I can also say that work is going quite well... I'm serving more than bartending, getting decent sections and working mostly nights.....
My home life goes through phases... it seems that it can stay fairly organized for maximum of a month... and then it falls to pieces for a week or so.
And my attempts at dating.... don't even get my started on the disaster that is my love life and how I will probably never get over him. So much time has gone by, one would think the memories might subside.
I wonder if I could say this thing with myself is like a relationship... you need to work on it before it grows into something bigger, better and more beautiful.
Ok self... let's go on a date! Tomorrow I'm gonna take you out for coffee (yumm moch java chip frappicunio), and buy you something nice. This is after I allow you to leisurely sleep in and I make you breakfast in bed. Tehehe!
