I got a promotion at my job.
All I want to do is quit and retire. But I can afford to do that. So I should be happy and thankful. But I'm tired. Fuck I'm so tired.
Everything is urgent. Everything needs to be done asap. Everything is a priority. Everything is important.
Will the sun stop shining? Will the earth stop spinning? Will the oceans suddenly evaporate? I could go on and on. But if none of those things are going to happen. Then it's not that fucking serious. We won't die. The earth won't suddenly get thrown off its axis.
That's my main issue. I'm tired of worrying about shit that isn't a real issue. That will just get replaced with the next high priority thing.
I want to live my life. I want to garden. Stare at my birds. spend time with my loved ones. I want to focus on the important things that actually matter. Work is nothing more than an unwanted distraction at this point. Taking time away from those precious moments that actually mean something.














