Last week was a pretty bad week. I made a few somewhat big (more like medium sized) mistakes concentrated into the one week, so I was not enjoying my work. Coupling that with my work friends becoming just coworkers didn’t help. Thankfully, my weekend was spent completely away from work; I forgot how nice it is to take a break, even if I don’t do anything special.
I’m starting to realize something that is probably very obvious: work is not my life. Over the last few months, I let work become my life. I stayed later and later, I went in on a few Saturdays, and I desperately wanted my coworkers to be my friends. I thought I was happy, but I was being consumed.
As crappy as last week was, it helped me see that I can’t keep doing what I’m doing. If I really want more out of life, I can’t stay where I am. Even if now isn’t the time to change jobs (I’m lucky to have a job, I know), I have to keep thinking ahead.
I have to figure out what I want to do. I can’t settle for this.