All Work and No Play Makes Ace a Dull Boy

I work too much.

I always have. I am a workaholic. And it's not because I'm struggling financially. I'm not Bill Gates, but I do take care of the bills from month to month. Currently, I'm building a business which requires me to spend a lot of after hours time working. It will be better soon, as long as I don't keep taking more projects on than I need to. And I usually don't, unless they serendipitously fall into my lap.

I am feeling so frustrated today. Once again I find myself biting off more in the real world than I should chew, and it's taking away all of my free time. I want to update this blog more frequently. I want to be updating Ms Kate's shrine more as well. I want to spend more time chatting with my friends and reading and responding to their blogs. Most importantly, it's been three weeks since I got to talk to the ever lovely Ms Kate, and I am definitely scratching the walls to get a call in.

Not just for the reasons you might imagine, though those building are there in full force as well, but because calling and chatting and blogging have come to represent a certain playfulness that is so needed in my life. Also, Ms Kate is very good at making me decompress and lower my stress level... something of which I am always grateful.

There is this tiger in me that has been waking up for a few months now, see, and I suppose you can guess who has been waking it up. And now it is getting harder and harder for the little friendly kitty-cat part of me to just go through life with my eyes to the ground, nose to the grindstone. Gone are the days of letting people walk all over me like a doormat... My eyes have been opened and I've grown some stripes, and I like feeling confident and self-sure. That tiger knows how to show itself better than it ever has, and now it's difficult to change him back into a kitten. And, right now, I've taken on some projects that have left the tiger pacing, growling in a makeshift chicken wire pen. It's only a matter of time before the tiger realizes he can jump.

The tiger and I have been talking a lot today. We sent the kitten out for some peppermint ice cream (good luck finding it in the summer, sucka!) and have been discussing our options. We're both mad we haven't got to spend more time with Ms Kate and the rest of our friends.We both feel that the best thing to do is for me to STOP WORKING so many extra hours and make sure I have set aside at least one evening a week that I can just devote to calling and chatting with someone who can tame the tiger, namely Ms Kate. We both feel this will help keep the tiger tame and happy. And when the tiger is happy, Ace is happy.

So, with a hopeful heart and the support of giant predatory cat, I re-double my efforts!