That's the question I keep asking myself. Working 16 hours a day, waking up every night at 4am in a panic about all the things I need to do just to keep all the balls in the air...
Yesterday, I had to meet a client in Waikiki for an interview with the lovely ladies from Midweek and I got there a little early and had to sit there, drinking a coffee on the corner of Kalakaua and Kapahulu, across from one of the most famous beaches in the world, staring at the beautiful crystal blue waters, thinking, "I live five minutes from here and I never take the time to come down." How lame is that? Pretty lame.
What is the point of killing yourself with work if you NEVER take the time to enjoy it? There isn't one. There you go. Gotta make a change.
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