My husband and I are struggling with this idea now more than ever. Its a constant battle to work 7 to 5, 5 days a week, every week * 52. I feel like the light inside is dimming, trapped in a 5'x5' cubical is not the life I want. I come home too exhausted, no energy, no passion to live. My free spirit is being ripped right out of my very flesh. If I carry on like this I fear 40 years will pass by and I'll be doing the same ol'e routine, day in and day out. Every single day blurs together and before I know it a month's gone by, now two, now three....
I realize this career is a new step and is expected to survive today, but I feel like I was meant to be out in the air, the sun, in nature, breathing fresh air and living every day how I feel like it was meant to be, at a slower pace. My Bubba and I find comfort in sharing the same dreams. We give each other strength to carry on with our daily duties, but when it's our time we dream, and we dream everything, from cattle ranchers to wall street investors.
But the question we keep asking ourselves is, were we meant for this type of life?
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