So this past week, I started working ten hour days. And my commute is 75 miles each way, which averages about a hour and a half, adding up to three hours of road time. Saturday's are going to become a regular thing, as well... So needless to say, I've been exhausted... All the time...
Yet, just over a couple months ago, I was mostly unemployed, living the good life. Sure, I had hardly any money, and paying bills became a pain in the bottom. But I had time. I had freedom. Since I started working, I've missed being able to drive back to my hometown on a whim and visit my mom and dad, hang out with friends any time night or day, taking my puppy to the beach or have her cuddle up to my legs as I draw or read manga (my parents have been looking after her since I'm gone all day at work). So everything that really, truly was important, I had. And it was nice~
But I suppose responsibility is almost as important as freedom. I think its time to find a good balance between the two...
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