Life will tell you that what you think doesn't matter.
What I love about my job is that it's all about thinking. And it matters.
The problem with a job that's 90% thinking? Thinking well requires sleeping well.
Sleep is a tight commodity around here. My husband's schedule varies wildly without notice; he's getting very frustrated with that. Our son has had to be woken at 5:00 and driven to morning workout, though today's the last day of that for a while.
Meanwhile, I can't think straight.
Tomorrow, I'm sleeping in.
Next week, more sleeping. That's all I'm capable of thinking right now.
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