Reality Sucks

So I’m out here in California. Trying to be everything to everyone. Unfortunately, it’s just not possible. Something has to give. The people I work with are great. Really smart, really motivated, really successful. I’ve been tapped to follow that track.

But I’m not sure I want to. They have all gotten where they have at the expense of the other aspects of their lives. They never (or rarely) see their families. They own houses in several cities. Not because they’re rich, but because they spend equal time on the road in many places. 4 mortgages are cheaper than 360 nights in hotels. They live and breath work. There are no weekend hikes, or bike rides. No fun vacations, no time playing with the kids. Just work.
Well compensated, but for what? No thanks. I’m about to have a daughter. I want to see her grow up, not hear about it from 3K miles away. I want to be more than a paycheck.

It would be great if there were 36 hours in my day. So I could be awake for 24 and be everything to everyone. I could work 12 hour days and ride my bike, and make dinner, and hang out with my wife. But there are only 24…why spend them at work? I am in one of the most beautiful parts of our great nation and I have already worked 60 hours this week and I have another day left to go before working all weekend.

There is a whole world out there that I won’t get to see. At the rate I’m going I will blow right by it on my way to a place I don’t really want to go. And that’s a shame…