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[Nov. 6th, 2009|01:44 pm] |
Anon/Spam/Love Notes/Death Threats/Madea impersonations |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|01:00 pm] |
There was a time in my life when money was everything. Making money was everything. When I was at my job all day and all night, just trying to make a decent living for my family. That's the thing about making enough money to support your family, it means you have less time to actually enjoy said family. I missed out on a lot of things, I know that. I can't go back and fix it, I can only just move forward and try to stay one step ahead and look on the bright side. I know I'm not the best mother in the world, but I'm certainly not the worst. I think I turned out pretty damn okay considering. And I have my family to thank for that, even if I could have spent a lot more time with them and been a lot closer.
Not a lot of fun, having to reconcile two different worlds. They want me to sing for four nights instead of three. It's nice, I get paid and it's what I love to do. But it's another night that I won't be around. This whole balancing work and life thing is complete shit. I don't know how you people do it. I can barely keep my head around it. At the same time though, I feel like there's no time for me to stop or do anything else, I'm kind of glad for it. It means not sitting around doing nothing, and getting into things I shouldn't be getting into.
I have until the end of the week to tell them if I want another night or not.
Guess we'll see. |
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