All work and no play is making me one burnt out bitch. I’m taking this upcoming weekend off for some much needed pleasure and CAN’T. FRIGGIN. WAIT.
I’m sick of being overworked, underpaid, restless, and having no one to talk to except for my Mom and two Chihuahuas. Every day I inch closer and closer to “Eccentric Old Maid” territory. I can’t help but wish that I was one half of a dynamic design power couple, ala Charles and Ray Eames. They changed the design game and every single picture of them proves they had fun doing it.
Does following your dreams always have to be so fucking hard?