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This past Monday sucked. I woke up around 3 AM and instantly started to think about the work trip I would be embarking on in a few short hours. I thought about having to leave my wife and kids at home and how much I would miss them. I thought about how she would be taking on the arduous task of 2 kids vs. 1 parent over the next 72 hours and how exhausted she would be. I thought about missing my favorite part of the week, where I get to pick my son up from school. I thought about the meetings I had lined up and the pressure to execute. I thought about the long drive and the hotel sleeping arrangements. But this was life right? Every working American deals with this type of anxiety? Later on as I said good-bye to my son before school, it hit me. I actually held back a tear for the first time in a while as I did not want him to see me upset. I was completely bummed.
I arrived at my hotel that evening and my wife called me. Low and behold she was at an urgent care clinic with the kids. My older son had gotten his fingers jammed in the car door like every other kid has done in his/her life. She had everything under control as always and my son was fine. However shes knows me so well that she actually waited until my son stopped crying to call me. She knew if I had heard him screaming on the way to the clinic I would have hopped back in my car and drove 5 hours straight back home. As she calmly told me what was going on, I realized there was nothing I could do and that this could happen anytime, anywhere. I couldn't help but feel helpless.
The day before this was excellent. My in-laws were in town visiting which is always fun (yes I actually get along very well with my in-laws). We took a family outing to the mall to meet Santa and ride the trolley. We watched ICE AGE and then had a dance party in the kitchen (Free Trial from Amazon Music). To cap off the night, my father-in-law showed me a recent method he had learned for cooking the greatest steak of all time (recipe below) and we enjoyed a couple bottles of fine wine.
How could my stress level change so drastically in less than 12 hours? I enjoy my job for the most part and I work for a good company. They take care of me and I put relentless effort into the grind every day. It has plenty of perks - company car, travel reward points, no 9-5 office computer work. However - find me any human who would rather be working away from his family for one extra second rather than spinning his kids around to Justin Timberlake and I will show you a liar.
I always try to find the positives in negative situations. Monday dealt me the favor of confirming the decision I have to made to slash my expenses, pay off debt, and increase my savings rate to pursue financial independence. If I can cut the number of Sunday Scaries by 20, 10, or even 5 years, it will be worth every second. The time we have with the people we love is too short to take for granted and I'm going to do everything I can to maximize it.
Cast Iron Skillet Steaks -