So it’s6:30 in the evening and I’m still at work. I clearly recall spending at least 14 hours here yesterday. I hate it when that happens. It’s not that I don’t like showing dedication, but it’s mostly because I could have easily been doing something else. Working till the wee hours is not required of me but for some reason, lately, I’ve been doing what is not required of me.

Maybe it’s an escape. I’ve had too many things on my mind.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m always balancing everything. All the things I have to deal with, I have to maneuver just to keep my sanity. I’m not complaining; I know far more people have it much worse than me. But when I look at my things-on-my-mind, they all look so simple. They seem simple, uncomplicated. Yet, it still keeps me awake late at night and gives me startling mornings.

I need a real escape. Work just adds to the stuff I should not be over-thinking.