vacation

i'm on vacation. i've checked my job email at least once every day since taking off.

i also smoked a joint and walked around the park today, and after having a goofy conversation with some strangers i got to watch a glorious winter sunset.

each passing day of vacation reminds me of how much i need it. i like my job, but i can't keep the pace up forever. i don't think i can emotionally detach myself; instead i want to find a balance that works for both me and my employer.

why do i always want to be The One who fixes everything? everything is too big, and life is too short. sometimes i think that, instead of searching for a cause worthy of my efforts, i should choose the actions worthy of my happiness.