Why did no one tell me that entering the “real world” would provide me with less freedom than when I was in school? I worked like a dog for the 2.5 years I was in grad school (or a beaver, because I feel like they work harder than most dogs I know). I worked 60-70 hours a week, worked out hung out with my amazing Masters Swim Team, and caused havoc in New York City. Oh. I also went to class. And studied. And wrote papers. Yep. It’s true. And shockingly, I did well. Like, really well. NBD, obviously.
{my life for 2 years}
For some reason working 8 hours a day makes me more exhausted than anytime spent in morning practice or paying way too much to get a piece of paper that says I’m a smartie pants. Oh man. I miss school. Like, a ton. More than California sunshine. Whoa. WHOA. That is big. I love school and support being in school forever. I’m really looking forward to the day that I can adopt a new school with a new mascot and begin the learning process again.
My job is great, because I have the luxury of creating my own work-life balance. It’s just that my version of that includes working out multiple times a day, sifting through food blogs, and getting 5 hours of sleep a night. I currently have Dexter to thank for that. I guess I don’t know how to not be busy. And I like that. I mean, maybe I need to just sleep more, and not work out everyday. Right. Totally doable. Um, definitely not so much. Not even a little bit. I love DC because it is so accessable and with my work-life balance I can get away and experience everything I want, and still have time to bake yummy things and hide away at home in my new apartment. There are only so many hours in a day. And they currently get me through about 1/6 of what I need to.
School is coming back. it has too. I have too much to learn and more cities to experience. Not sure when, but I am so excited when it does. Until then I do a pretty good job of keep myself busy.
The Little Red Mixer 