If there is one thing I know for sure that I excel at, it is stressing. I’m a pro. I wish I wasn’t.
I feel as though everything that’s been weighing on me is starting to take a toll…starting with feeling as though I literally have a weight on my shoulders.
Lately, I feel as though I have no time. Shower, commute, work, commute, photo work, sleep. Repeat. I have no time for my lynda.com subscription which I renewed to help me grow with my photography knowledge and capabilities. I have no time to work out. Therefore, I stress about my double chin and how I feel like a complete fat ass. I have no time to read. For those of you lending me books, expect to see it back in a decade or so.
I hate Long Island, but am financially a long way off from moving. Originally I was hoping to get out of here by December 2012 and I worry that I won’t be able to afford that in time.
I loathe my job and the stress and overtime associated with it. I’m afraid of taking a paycut. I’m also afraid of staying there and working another tax season that would include working Saturdays for a few months. If I have no time as it is, I can’t comprehend what kind of a stressed out beast I will turn into with one more tax season.