It's 2:26 in the morning and I am still working. I think this is the point when I realize my dream turns into reality, but then you learn that that reality wasn't really your dream.
When I was younger, I dreamt of New York a lot. I wanted to work in Madison Avenue and make it big. It was a passion that I was pursuing. Now that I am where I wanted to be, it's not 100% fun (what a surprise!) and I keep thinking to myself even intense passion does not make it any more exciting.
Everyday I learn something new about myself as I live in this kind of pace, and I value that. I still like what I do, but the stress is creeping up on me. I have only been in this job for 6 months but it feels a lot like 2 years.
It's probably just a generation thing - as a Gen-Yer, I feel "entitled" to lead a good work-life balance, being able to pursue personal passions outside of work. Those of which include traveling, and traveling, and traveling. Oh I miss those days when work IS traveling. Maybe I'm in the wrong industry. Heck, I'm still young and life is a journey - it's just faster in New York.
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hey dear,
are u alright? i know exactly what u mean...
Hi P!
I just recently got acquainted with your blog - and count on coming back regularly! I live in Paris, and know something about big city life. And the dreams that we had about it when growing up.
Soul-searching is sometimes good. Thinking about what you really want to do next. Wishing you good days ahead!
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