I Have Met the Enemy, and He is Me.
Evening all,
Lone Cow here.
Coming back to the ole LJ for venting and perspective. So I've finally gotten off the theological fence and sided with the atheists. Yeah me. Of course, every silver lining has a big fat cloud in the middle and mine is the understanding that in all likelihood, this is my one and only go-around on this crazy little thing called life. Enter family - I have one. An awesome one at that. I love my wife and daughter and they seem to like me. Add to this Rockwellian picture Cow Mk II and you have the setting for an even larger/happier/stronger/faster/better family.
So where am I while all of this is going on? Work.
That's right - I'm busting my ass 60ish hours a week (not including 10ish hours a week commute time) at a job that I increasingly dislike. Sad thing is, I love the people I work with. I love what I do. But our leadership is more interested in being hip, cool, up-and-comers than actually figuring out the best way to do things. Reinforcements are on the way, but I wonder how this can be anything other than a band aid if the systemic problems aren't addressed.
Please understand, I'm light years beyond where I was two years ago, but I'm also spending less time with that which is most important to me. As I cruise into middle-age I can't help but as if I'm fading into the gray line of suburban america that I hate so much. Add to that the fact I'm barely riding, not working out, barely reading and what does that leave you with? Existing, that's what.
I missed Wifey's first sonogram for the Mk II. Granted, it's only a candy corn right now, but what does that say about me? Where are my priorities?
I woke up "late" at 5:30 this morning and La Nina sprang up at 5:45 just to spend time with me; wouldn't let me out of her sight. That speaks volumes, right there. She's not going to be this age forever. Soon she'll be 13 and hating me. And where will I be then? Any chance I had to influence her interests and values shot to hell, that's where.
Aren't I supposed to be a reasonably intelligent primate? There's got to be a reasonable solution to this.
Lone Cow here.
Coming back to the ole LJ for venting and perspective. So I've finally gotten off the theological fence and sided with the atheists. Yeah me. Of course, every silver lining has a big fat cloud in the middle and mine is the understanding that in all likelihood, this is my one and only go-around on this crazy little thing called life. Enter family - I have one. An awesome one at that. I love my wife and daughter and they seem to like me. Add to this Rockwellian picture Cow Mk II and you have the setting for an even larger/happier/stronger/faster/better family.
So where am I while all of this is going on? Work.
That's right - I'm busting my ass 60ish hours a week (not including 10ish hours a week commute time) at a job that I increasingly dislike. Sad thing is, I love the people I work with. I love what I do. But our leadership is more interested in being hip, cool, up-and-comers than actually figuring out the best way to do things. Reinforcements are on the way, but I wonder how this can be anything other than a band aid if the systemic problems aren't addressed.
Please understand, I'm light years beyond where I was two years ago, but I'm also spending less time with that which is most important to me. As I cruise into middle-age I can't help but as if I'm fading into the gray line of suburban america that I hate so much. Add to that the fact I'm barely riding, not working out, barely reading and what does that leave you with? Existing, that's what.
I missed Wifey's first sonogram for the Mk II. Granted, it's only a candy corn right now, but what does that say about me? Where are my priorities?
I woke up "late" at 5:30 this morning and La Nina sprang up at 5:45 just to spend time with me; wouldn't let me out of her sight. That speaks volumes, right there. She's not going to be this age forever. Soon she'll be 13 and hating me. And where will I be then? Any chance I had to influence her interests and values shot to hell, that's where.
Aren't I supposed to be a reasonably intelligent primate? There's got to be a reasonable solution to this.