Maui is just two short days away... And at the rate I've been going I might just not come back. I have the dangerous skill of being able to completely ignore my breaking point and simply force myself to keep going, going, going. Fourteen hour workdays? Whatever it takes to keep desperately grasping at the next rung of that ladder. Never mind things like time with friends, time by myself, time to take my dog on a goddamn walk. Just a pat on the back, a thumbs up and three-day long tension headache for the effort. But enough "poor me, I am a miserable corporate hamster spinning on a wheel" (or this may become the sequel to Fight Club). Let's talk about something fun! Like sun, sand, 80 degrees and being able to completely void my skull of cognitive thought.
Tragically, I have become that cliche coming-of-age heroine who emphatically chucks her ringing cell phone into the ocean and does a lame victory dance since she has recovered her sense of self. Looks like I've managed to talk myself out of living and into just being undead (thanks Chuck). Here's to a week of living!
And yes, this is just a pouty self-reflection and a long winded way of saying I will be ignoring all of your phone calls, texts, emails for the next week.
Cheers!
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