I think that as a person gets older the only thing they do is work, or that is what I feel at this point in time.  I have a 9:00-5:30 (or later) job, but I don’t get home any later than what I did when I worked in PB…but it seems that the only thing I do is work.  I work at my job, I work around my house (cleaning, yard work), I work out (walking, weights, steps) and before I know it the week is already gone.  Where does time go?  I read on occasion sometimes, before shutting the light out, but that’s to relax before going to sleep.  I go out sometimes, but those times are few and far between…I think.  maybe I do more extra-curricular than I think, and that’s why it seems I’m always working because I put off the stuff around my house until it’s past time to do it and I’m stuck doing it all at once.  Maybe I just want to complain today, which is odd because right now I feel like I’m in a good place.  I could use some extra cash, but I’m learning to budget…and my dad comes through for me in a pinch — losing $13,000 a year would cause anyone to learn a budget.  I could work on my relationship (walk) with God, that could always be on the ‘to do’ list and sometimes it gets pushed further down than it ought…but I’m trying, not always succeeding, but trying to do the right thing and get where I need to be.  God is good to me, beyond anything that I deserve He is good to me.

Here’s to all the working people….sometimes we just need to vent.  Where I live we have a lot of the people who ‘don’t’ work, and pull a check from those of us that ‘do’ work…and they are capable of working they just don’t want to.

I’m blessed, and I know this deep down, but sometimes I want to just ‘be’.  No responsibilities, no phones, no contact with anyone…just be.  I think that’s called childhood, and that was a long time ago for me. (smile)  Well, it’s back to work!