Work Hard, Play Hard, Die Hard

Since we’re at the epicenter, I didn’t really appreciate how hectic our lives are until someone called our attention to it. Trained to be nitpicky and obsessive compulsive about details, we are always on the lookout for the best, the latest, the brightest. The best getaways, the best bargains, the best food. Woe betide the hapless server who didn’t get the order right or the hapless telemarketer who made the mistake of calling during peak hours.

We work at a frantic pace, chasing deadlines, nurturing ulcers as we strive to achieve perfection in an imperfect setting. We work long hours…. Double booking of events are not uncommon…. Heck, even ‘alone to be with me myself and i’ time needs to be scheduled at least 2 weeks in advance…

Is it all worth it? If not, then what’s the alternative? Much as I hate admitting it, the bucolic lifestyle is not my cup of tea.

It’s a viscious cycle. I was talking with one of my best friends a few weeks about our lifestyle. When we were younger, we thrived on the stress and thought nothing of hopping from an all-nighter to go clubbing or leave at a moment’s notice to check out the latest restaurants. Now that we have families, that is no longer what we want. But we have reached that point in our careers where it is very difficult to cut back.

I can’t help but wonder. Can a working mom really have it all?

Motherhood has a very humanizing effect. Everything gets reduced to essentials. ~Meryl Streep

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