Having a lack of time. It sounds weird coming out of my mouth. Stating an amount of something that I don’t have. A lack thereof.
I started a new job. The hours are long but the money is good. I’m always busy. Too busy. Plus there’s the commute. The result? Less time with my family. Less time to work on my own jobs. Less time for the fun stuff. Less time to sleep.
My to-do list keeps growing and I always feel tired. You’ll get used to it, they say. You’ll find your groove and things will settle. It’s been over a month and I’m still tired, still looking for my groove.
I just want to sit in my garden with a good book and a cold drink or spend time with my family. Instead I continue to leave early, return late, and catch up on sleep at the weekend. There’s more to life than work.
Maybe next time I’ll negotiate less hours. More balance. Maybe.