Well...since you asked...
All the weeks have been exhausting...
I’ve got a 13 year old who’s awesome and lives at volleyball practice. Six months of club volleyball somehow costs like $10k and we’re constantly running around. I’ve also got a 3 year old who’s amazing but… man… being 43 and chasing a toddler all day is tiring. My wife and I laugh about it, but some days it feels like we’re barely hanging on to our minds.
At the same time, we’ve got a great marriage. Today she had a follow up appointment with her oncologist, and it hit me that it’s almost been a year since her breast cancer diagnosis. They caught it early, everything went well, and she’s doing great. That makes everything else feel small in comparison.
Work’s been insane. I’m grateful for it...I worked hard to get where I am...but the pressure doesn’t turn off. Big projects, tight timelines, etc. And at 43, it feels like these are the years that really matter for setting your family up right. I spent hours this week staring at numbers and plans, thinking about the next five years and hoping I’m making the right calls.
What’s weird is I think I’m genuinely the happiest I’ve ever been… and also the most exhausted.
This isn’t a complaint at all. I know how fortunate we are and I’m thankful every day. But I do wonder how many other guys feel the same thing like grateful as hell, wuper happy with their life, but carrying this constant mental load about providing, protecting, and not dropping the ball while balaning a million things
That’s my week lol...and it's Monday.