I feel like I am constently torn between regretting my life choices, questioning why I am still tirelessly grinding after 20 years yet life still goes at snail pace, and rebelling against the responsibilities running a company and being stable in life.

I just know I am tired, but I can’t stop. I don’t want anyone to lean on me, but I always lend a shoulder. I want to cry but I make jokes about crying. I feel weak but I became strong. I really don’t like working, but I pull 70 hours weekly. Why am I going against me?

Lately i have been bitching a lot (insert crying baby pic here) about work and sacrifices and how everyone does not recognize the hardship i have been enduring to keep the studio afloat.