While I'm still four months out from our due date, my laundry list of worries is already starting to pile up. At the top -- finding balance.
I am an admitted work-a-holic. It comes with the territory, I suppose, as the editor of a community newspaper. I'm always on call, a slave to my Blackberry and Outlook. There are times -- more than I care to admit -- that I don't always feel like there will be enough hours in the day to get everything done.
Now throw on top of that the idea of fathering a child. Jackson will, without question or hesitation, be my first priority. But adding that responsibility can't possibly come without sacrifice.
Brittney is an amazing -- and amazingly patient -- wife. She understands my career and the responsibilities it carries. She accepts that, on occasion, work interrupts life. But I worry that a young child won't be able to understand. And selfishly, I worry about missing out on life while work has so much of my attention.
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