I'm going to admit something: The term"work/life balance" makes me want to both throw things, and cry.
I'm an entrepreneur.
One who is called upon daily to help people dig out, move forward and take massive leaps in the direction of their career dreams.
I work 60-hour weeks. I do not wear this as a badge of honor.
Most days, I stare at a computer screen until my eyeballs are searing red fireballs.
And then, I stare at it some more.
I respond to emails at 11:42 p.m., after everyone's in bed and the house is, at last, quiet.
I burn the candle at every end, mostly because I love my job so much that I just don't know how to shut 'er down a lot of the time. But also because as a working parent, it's hard to make everything fit.
I'm a little embarrassed to admit that, most months, I have very little "work/life balance".
But here's the thing ...
I absolutely adore my husband and my kids.
I like to cook, read, garden and run. (OK, I'm stretching it just a bit on the "like" part of running.)
And I have this amazing extended family, who I almost never get to see ... because they live 3,000 miles away.
I will be seeing them over the next several days.
I will be riding in this exact boat, swimming in this exact lake and catching up with my sister (more than likely over coffee cocktails) on this exact bench.
I'm going to sit by a bonfire, listen to my people play guitar, track sandy feet into a cottage and warn my kids that 6 s'mores might 2 or 3 be too many.
I'm so excited, I can barely sit still.
Be assured, all projects will keep rolling whilst I recharge. Our team is front-and-center, and Karen Friesen will be holding down the fort while I'm away.
Your success means the world to me, to all of us here at JobJenny.com.
But for the next few days? I need to go hang more on the "life" side of the "work/life balance" equation.
Thank you for being here. I'll BRB.