I realize I'm hard on myself.

After a tiring 5-day work week, the only reason I allowed myself to have a long dinner with family and friends last night is because I know I'm going to have a three-day weekend (I'm on leave on Monday) in which to devote to my writing.

My *real* life is pathetic. I wonder how my family can stand me.

I have to remind myself constantly that my family and friends are more important than anything else. When all else fails--being laid off from jobs, etc--they're the ones who are going to be there, standing by my side and supporting me. And, because they're important, I need to treasure every moment I can spend with them.

Work-wise, my time from 9am to 6pm is for the company that I worked at, but other than that, the time is mine to manage. Writing is good, because it brings in extra income that's so badly needed nowadays, but there's a time for everything. I need to learn to spend time wisely, because once gone, I can never get it back.

Okay, I'm off to spend the day with my family. :)