Still loving the new job. But it takes up most of the hours.
Teaching. So much joy! I'm not ready to give up my yoga classes. I think I might be getting close.... I've whittled it down to two. And every week I think I'm finished, I'm ready to walk away. Then I go to the studio. I connect with my students. I connect with the practice.
The magazine. I adore being a part of the conversation The Perpetual You has started. I have evolved as a contributing writer... I hope.
Time has been slipping away from lately because I'm doing too much. If I was single and childless I wouldn't feel the pinch. But that's not my life, and I don't want it to be. Because Hubs and Coco, they are the reason, the motivation and my everything. Unfortunately, they have been the ones getting the short end of my days.
My absence has effected all of us. It was time to say 'no' to something. Family time needed to replace 'work'.
I wrote the above a few months ago... And now, I'm still in the same place. Except now, I've given up my classes, and writing and Hubs is tending bar at night. Because I dug in my heels. Because I loved my job.
Life lesson. Priorities should be assessed... Especially when you think you have it figured out.
Now. Now I'm feeling trapped. I'm feeling lost.
And I'm drowning in wine and lack of sleep starving for my love.
So now?
Now... I'm through playing the 9-5 (ahem, 8-6). I would rather live bohemian and still have time....
There really is no reason to vacillate. I will always choose love.
