You’re Not Busy. You’re Just Unorganized.
This schedule is insanity & should require rehab. I’m not proud of it.
I have a confession: I work from 6 am until 9 pm, 6.5 days a week.
The half-day is Sunday, when I clock off at 12 pm and hang out with my wife until 9 pm. That’s the only real time I get off right now. No joke.
Right now I’m working harder than ever before. There’s hustle culture and then there’s obsession. This schedule is more insanity. It should require rehab. I’m not proud of it.
My wife hates it.
I hate it.
The reason I’m working these hours is because of fear. The fear comes from the stark reality I will be a father soon. I have no idea what that means. But survival instincts have kicked in.
It’s not just my future daughter that worries me. Two close family members are undergoing serious medical treatment for illnesses that will likely kill them in the future. Their expiry dates are unknown.
Maybe a few months. Maybe a few years. What is known is that what they die of is now a certainty.
Being busy takes my mind off it.
