I’m getting high on working a lot. The more hours I put in, the more I push myself to do more.
It’s exhilarating. I come home and I’m drained, but I feel good. In the past, I always got criticized for being so busy, not being able to go out or drive away to the Catskills every weekend. Well…. I don’t really care now. Some people would tell me that I’m wasting my youth because I don’t take advantage of my free time the way I should. My response to them is simple: before I was miserable, and I’m happy now. Happiness is a very subjective thing, so cut the crap and leave me alone.
Even if I will never forget the misery my marriage put me through, I think I’ll be able to forgive and make peace with myself.
There’s a bright road ahead of me, and I like that a lot.