I had my best friend over this morning for a nice cup of coffee and a much needed session of catching up. When we get together, I am quite quickly and very suddenly reminded of Oh yeah! THIS is who I am! THESE are my dreams!. Very often, as I’m finding, the older you get, the more responsibilities pile up, more money is made, more money is spent, and all the wonderful hopes and dreams you had as a young ’un, are put on the back burner.
When all you have in life is one responsibility after another, what’s the point of it all, if you’re not enjoying it? Shouldn’t life be fun? Have at least a bit of whimsy? I suppose that’s why mid-life crises were invented. The realization that you worked so hard for a house, a car, the children, the mortgage, that corner office, and now you’re over weight, balding, with an ulcer and a wife that can’t stand the way you chew your cereal. Oj wej. No thanks. I’ve come to the realization that I’d rather make less, have a smaller career, but enjoy every precious moment, every drag of my cigarette, every amazing meal that I cook, than the alternative…. to each their own!
Anyway, when all else fails, grab a Frank and walk the hell out of him!
xo
Justyna@chichichic
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