During the last few weeks, I’ve come to the realization: There’s a lot more to life than a job.
There’s more to living than the nine-to-five routine. There’s certainly more to living then placating your boss.
It’s called friends.
Yes, this sounds corny. I sound like a drunkard who has just wrapped up a long night of drinking the day before my long lost college roommate gets married.
The truth is, many of my closest friends are already married. And worse yet, I’m dead sober.
The truth is, I have some very dear friends. But none of them seem to live close by. But I don’t want that to be an excuse for letting them slip away. I want to keep these bonds and I will.
Life, it seems, is too often spent wasting away the day’s hours at work. I am guilty of letting my job as a journalist dominate my life. As a journalist, that’s an easy thing to do.
But no more.
I’m still planning on working. Hopefully, not every waking moment of every day.
I want to rekindle long lost friendships. I will take more road trips. I will do more than simply work exhausting days in an exhausting industry.
After all, come the end of my day, I know my job won’t be there for me.
– Sept. 29, 2005, but unpublished until now.
