Relationships Drowning in Work

I’ve been logging 60 hours/week for most of the year. This weekend I decided not to work and instead of relief my chest is tight, like there’s an urgent deadline. There’s no particular task I need to do. It’s a vague, undirected feeling. I’ve struggled to stop working most of my adult life. I recall visiting Paris with Tinsley in our twenties, and feeling restless. It’s become more difficult lately. My mind gets into a habit, and it’s hard to change directions.

I need to work less because my lack of time is drowning my relationships. I don’t spend enough time with Tinsley one on one, and I need to call my brothers.

It’s difficult to find the golden mean. Many people don’t work enough and whittle away their free time, but time together is the essence of relationships. If you spend all your time working, they’ll fall away.

Your calendar and your budget reflect your priorities.

I wish there were books that explored the nuances and emotions of work life, and the tension between family, friends, and ambition. My brother likes Akashi Ishiguro, and he wrote The Remains of the Day, which is about a butler reflecting on three decades of work, and its meaning.