Kinda wish I was in Haiti right now…with these cuties.
But I’m not. I’m working a 9-5 in a cold office, alone. Not trying to sound dramatic…just stating facts. I just don’t know how much longer I can do this. I’d rather be poor and live a happy life rather than a life of financial security and mundane routines. There’s no passion here. I’m trying to grasp the concept of only having EIGHT DAYS a month to do things that I want. To adventure. See family. To simply live my freaking life. If this is how my life has to be, then those 8-9 hour work days better be amazing. Otherwise I am wasting my life. That’s a lot of time that I will never get back. So you all know what I have to do. 😉
You’ve all read this time and time again, or you’ve heard it come out of my mouth many, many, times. So clearly I’m just ranting.
Onward and upward,