What I was trying to say is that at 40 years old I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I love most of what I do for a living, but loathe other parts of my work. I get to do a lot of writing and designing while collaborating with lots super smart colleagues. What’s not to like? The crushing workload and immense sense of responsibility. The perfectionist overachiever in the clawing from the pit of my guts screaming that I will accept nothing less than overwhelming success.
Yes, I set high standards for myself. Yes, I have a lot of work to do. But that comes again tomorrow. Not today. For this day I am trying to focus on myself and my family, to regroup and recuperate and relax.
I really need to relax.
Photo found at Treesong’s Blog