I am alive. Still clinging to life like a drier sheet to
your pajama leg. But am I well?
Well … things have been busy at work. Or as some call it, “my
day job”. This job has been both thrilling and exasperating. There have been
late nights. There have been tears**. There was even a delightful trip to New
Orleans in the middle of it all***. And it’s still busy.
But here’s the thing: In the middle of all of the deadlines
and meetings, I made a decision. I may not be able to avoid working some nights
and weekends, but I’m not going to let this job compromise my health.
So instead of mowing my lawn or writing blog posts, I hit
the pool to swim laps before work. I run in the evenings. And when it’s nice
out, forget it, I’m going to ride some bikes with
friends because, let's face it, mental health is just as important as physical.
The girl next to me at work likes to say “YOLO”, which, of
course, stands for “You Only Live Once.” Clearly, she’s not a big James Bond
fan, but the sentiment is a good one.
YOLO, my dear readers. YOLO.
*Okay, one reader in passing.
**I assume.
***Lovely city. Worth checking out.
