This morning I went to this small shopping center where I ran some errands. I basically paid credit card bills, water bills, mobile phone bills etc. I was literally drained at 11:30 in the morning. How can one be so tired a few hours after waking up?
I am not complaining about my situation…despite all the drama I LOVE my life! I have a job I adore and one that keeps me wanting to go to work and I have Andrea. Ruy and I are also constantly working on making the marriage thing work. Another blessing is the fact that we have a wonderful support system in our extended families. My in-laws are wonderful and are always trying to help out and my family will insist on helping out even when it’s not necessary (yes they’re kulit that way).
I sometimes feel like my life is just a continuous pattern of trying to get everything done, trying to meet deadlines, trying to make the budget fit while trying to keep everyone happy. It’s tiring and frustrating at times. I rarely hear people complain about their lack of time to be just them. It’s not about shopping or going to the parlor…it’s about being YOU. I chanced upon this magazing called Working Mom (the latest issue) and started reading it while waiting for my number to be called…there’s this article that tugged my heartstrings in all angles. It completely captured what I was experiencing and feeling. Let me give you guys a clip from the article:
The office is actually the one place I recover some of the old me. I can run projects with brisk efficiency and take a client to a restaurant without having to cut up his food. But that’s the office. I’m in trouble if work is the only place where I can relax.
“My life is here somewhere,” I thought realizing that I didn’t want those single girls’ definition of fun — I wanted mine. — Joy Perez, Working Mom Magazine Dec. 2007-Jan. 2008
I wish I could share the rest of the article with you but I don’t want to plagiarize anything. This woman captured what I have been going through lately and I swear I want to hug her. It’s nice to know you’re not alone
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