Mr. Sandman

The older I get, the more I realize I need sleep and the more I refuse to give in.

If I get home late from work, I need to wind down and, depending on the day, that can sometimes mean foregoing Zzzs so I can feel like my whole existence is devoted to the daily grind.

Today was one of those days. Now I'm in my PJs, everything in place for a quick wake-up and I'm flopped on the couch watching American Pickers. It's a good episode but nothing I need to watch by any means. I just can't give in!

If I go to bed it shows weakness I tells ya!

Sigh.

Ok. There's just so much old sign bartering a girl can take for one night.

What if....

I've always wondered what my life would be like if I had chosen a different career path. Or even the same career path but a different specialization (so I guess a parallel trail).

There are just so many questions: Would I like it as much? Would I be farther along? Would I make more money? Have less debt? Would I have similar friends? More of them? Less? Would I still be in my home town? Paris?  Be a home-owner? Have a dog?  Have an iguana? Be married? Completely against relationships?

There are more but I figured I'd limit it to 14. (I care about the people). It's the stuff I think about when I'm having a jogging pants and sushi Friday night after a long and busy week.

I really shouldn't complain about where I am right now, but this seems to be the year of reflection for me. I guess I've taken to evaluating my life bit by bit and figuring out where to tweak it. Mostly because I've realised one really important thing this year: life is too short to not have stuff in it that you really want.

Like sushi and jogging pants on a Friday night. :)