Work Work Work

The only constant is change.

I always believe in that saying.
But what I never believed was what I am now. I never thought I would be this way.

I never thought that I would be a workaholic.

Yes, it is different when the motivations are different. It is different when it's close to the heart. It is different when there's so much at stake.

I haven't had a proper day off since..... I don't know!
My last day off, 6 days ago, was on an airplane travelling from Dubai to KL. Thank God it was in first class. So it was actually a nice relaxing day.
Tonight I'm doing it again. Another day off in an airplane. First class, I hope.

Then it's back in an airplane to San Francisco on Tuesday morning which means I will get 24 hours at home with my wife and kids.

My time of leisure is all gone. I haven't watched TV in months. Worse, I haven't had time to do anything with my family!

So why am I doing two jobs in two different countries again? Apparently it's for their future. Same excuse as every Ahmad, Ah Chong and Ramasami (Malaysia's version of Tom, Dick & Harry).

So in the end will I wish that I had worked more? Or would I wish that I spent more time with my family?