Wednesday, June 3, 2009

working hard to get my fill

I'm not too ashamed to admit that sometimes, when I have a bad day, I turn to Journey videos on YouTube.

I've been pulled in so many directions lately that I was beginning to feel like I was being torn in two (or more). At work, I'm wearing the hats of boss lady, writer and media star, which is surprisingly harmonious except when big boss' pregnancy hormones are raging. I'm trying to find balance between friends and the Boy, and failing miserably. I'm trying to refuel but can't, as any extra time I have is used to satisfy other commitments. I've never really done the me time thing, as any spare time I have is given to friends who make me feel guilty for spending so much time with the Boy, or with the Boy, who has finally exploded in a "but I'm your boyfriend and I'd like to see you sometimes" rage.

The little sister is a shining light in all of this, which isn't helping anyone really. When I was feeling all frustrated to tears, she simply told me to do what makes me happy and screw the rest. Her words helped me figure it out, but then when what typically made me happy became just another obligation to fulfill, she became my default. While everyone else was having a virtual tug-of-war with my emotions, she became my solitude merely because she's just happy when I'm happy.

5 comments:

Kaye Bee said...

I am kind of awesome. hehehe! This is why we got so many facials... for all the me days we can guarantee we'll be having when we decide to screw the world. YAY! It seems like every time we do one it means we have to do our nails too.. how convenient.

Elle Bee... said...

My shiny green nails need fixing... they are chipping all over the place.

Food and frappes have me endlessly excited.

LiLu said...

Isn't it funny when our little sisters grow up enough to help US?

And don't ever, ever be ashamed of Journey, my dear.

zohreh79 said...

Journey makes the worst days seem a lot better. I am with you on that.

Ronnica said...

Your opening confession made me laugh. Inspiration can come in all forms, can't it?