There was a time when I didn’t get home till 9, or 10, or later. Day in, day out. It was a time for ambition and climbing the corporate ladder and working, working, working.
I can’t do that anymore. I just don’t have the inclination or motivation.
Had a conference call at 7.30pm that threatened to go on till later, luckily the other participants had to sign off at 8.30, so a reprieve. But only half the items on the agenda was discussed so needless to say there’ll be another one.
Not that I mind, I had things to do.
But getting home late and not feel like eating anything till now (nearly 11pm) and just finished reheating some soup and eating it at this hour is not of the good at all.
Feels like part of my free time’s gone, just like that. And I don’t like it.