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Friday, December 8, 2017
Doesn't life just blow your mind sometimes? Like really, the mid section of life 25-55 you'd think would be your most enjoyable! You get to make your own decisions as an adult, generally healthy—maybe marriage/kids/home-buying—EXCITING TIMES. But why do I find myself envious of my recently retired parents? Or my 2-year-old nephew? Because I’m just beginning the next 25 years of my life: WORK, WORK, WORK. Mind you, I have great pay, great benefits, a respectable position, never working over 40 hours a week but OMG I feel like it’s my whole life! Like waiting for that two-day break a week, suffering through a bittersweet Sunday. It doesn't seem right when I value time with friends and family—being active and outdoors MORE than money, does it?
I know everyone does it and they always will, but this 8-4 Monday-Friday for the next 25 years is altering my mood. I need to separate form society and farm some potatoes. —Get Me Outta Here!
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