Today I received a voice mail from my psychiatrist wanting me to come in to discuss my condition. I was alarmed and went in right away. It turned out that he called me in because November has traditionally been a very bad month for me. The cold, dark winter does not do me right.
This time, it’s different.
I have made a few changes in my life. I stopped working long hours (not by choice, they were no longer available), so I get to go home while the sun is still up. I also have more energy for after work activities. Sara is also here, she is a stabilizing factor in my life. Finally, I was able to shift my perspective of time this summer, due to a new source of information (Tai Lopez). He isn’t saying new things, but he does bring them together in a convenient package (which was free).
The work week would fly by…I would go to work Monday and all of a sudden it was Friday. The months had been starting to fly by too. All this is no longer the case. Each day is full, and no longer flys by. I suddenly have more time to do things, the busier I become.
I suppose I am lucky that I enjoy what I do for a living, I do remember the day I realized that I had found the job for me. Politics, fuck that. Status…fuck it. Back-stabbers…fuck them too. All that shit can burn in hell, and probably will. My wife is much younger than I, and I really needed this perspective shift to enjoy my time with her. If I live to be my grandfather’s age, then I still have more than half my life left to live.
I intend to live it well. I hope all my friends are able to do the same.