Just Write: Slow Down.

As I spent most of my 3-day weekend (last weekend) working, I wondered: why? Why do I keep working at a pace that can't be sustained for more than a couple days. Why do I work at a job that often demands my nights and weekends. Why don't I just slow down and stop? After reading this post from a friend, I realized that things don't always end up as we thought they would and her words were the catalyst for mine.

One of my favorite quotes is from High Fidelity... Read the book if you haven't and if you're not into that, at least watch the movie. It might be the only book turned into a movie that I like both equally. Of course they feature my two favorite cities, London for the book and Chicago for the movie. But I digress... My favorite quote is:

"Some days I'm afraid I'll go berzerk, throw the country A-K rack out on the street and go work in a Virgin Megastore and never come back."

Some days I want to throw my hands up in the air and say I'm done, I'm going to go find a nice relaxing job. But then I wonder, would I be happy? I naturally move at a fast pace. I get frustrated at the grocery store when people walk to slow and I can't go down the aisle as fast as I want. And don't even get me started on slow skyway walkers, I spend my lunch hours weaving through the slowness. I love visiting Chicago and New York and the thrill of all the people. I'm also pretty sure I have an unhealthy love for elevated trains and subways. But I don't live there, I live in Minneapolis where I drive to work, because the bus is too slow. I have my exciting "city job" but I don't live in the city as I always thought I would. It seems as though when we're not looking our life travels down a path that we may not have planned. It's not necessarily wrong or right, it's just a different path and before we know it, we're miles away from where we thought we'd be. Again, not right or wrong, just different.