I’ve been mulling over a few things over the past week – amazing, considering that I even had the mental energy to mull over anything other than my presentation. I just submitted my time sheets today and realised that I had clocked over 70 hours at work last week. No wonder I felt like death yesterday morning.
Been toying with a few things here and there: like requesting for a four-day week at work, taking up yoga teaching courses, going for basic photography courses, starting a new blog just for pictures and writing, learn to cook etc. All still thoughts but I’m hopeful that something will work out eventually.
I’m a little reluctant to go into a four-day week because of the financial constraints, obviously. Unfortunately, the reality is that I have to support my retired mother and the household and mortgage cannot sustain on just husband’s income. Between the two of us, we have been really lousy at saving, something that worries me greatly. Neither of us are financially savvy and our joint account is simply not growing quickly enough.
Sometimes, I get frustrated at what my “lot” in life. What am I not richer? Why am I not being paid more? Why do I have to be in the communications line, which is notorious for paying peanuts? Why do I have to support my mother? Why can’t I just quit and do whatever I want? Why can’t I just up and go for a holiday without considering my finances?
But we always have choices in life.
I could go on a four-day week and earn 20% less, but earn myself a day to do what I want to do. I could go out and shoot, I could stay at home and write, I could get some freelance gig, I could go help out at my cousin’s boutique. I could be me, basically.
I’m still mulling, obviously. But more and more, I am thinking that I don’t want to look back at my life when I am 40 and wonder about the things I didn’t do.