The terrible thing about vacations…

is that you wish you were on them all the time. Had a fabby time seeing all the boss friends and family, but I wish I could have had longer in each place and seen more people.
Maybe it’s the wedding thing, but I have been thinking about my life and my choices. I think I’m in the right career. I know I’m with the right person, but I still feel like I wasted a lot of time getting to this point. Things are happening with my family (and Tom’s family) that I would like to be more a part of. I know I should be more fiscally secure right now, and it’s a constant struggle just to stay even. I would like to proceed with things, make long term plans (or even just be more flexible) and I’m nailed down by my responsibilities. I can’t imagine what it must be like not to have to worry about where the next paycheck is going. I have good intentions, but I find following them to be the hardest part. And the devil is definitely in the details.
Oh well, back to work, gotta keep those books moving around.