Work Vs. Play

I guess maybe the blue sky freaked me out a bit too much. We’ve all heard the saying, nobody wishes on their deathbed that they had worked more often. I started feeling like if I were to become deathly ill, I would wish that I had worked harder. That is a tribute to what grad school does to a person. So, I cancelled Milwaukee vacation to work. I managed to get the necessary things done, but it totally sucked. I missed out on seeing my sweetie’s home in the summer. I missed out on Lake Lulu and a Brewers’ game. We were going to a few days alone. It will be awhile before I stop thinking about how wonderful it would have been. Such is life. There will be next summer and the summer after that and so on. Ultimately, it is just one less thing to think about on my deathbed.