The urge to work

I never dreamed it possible, but a small part of me misses work. I'm only 2.5 months into this 6 month adventure and being back at the office actually seems, dare I say, enjoyable.

I know what you are thinking. I'm an idiot. I need a slap in the face to snap me out of it. Many of you are just returning from PTO and drinking in (literally) every moment before you had to go back to a new year and new problems. For my Finance/Accounting friends, the first month of the year is typically the busiest time and subsequently, the worst time of the year. So I get it. I'm insane. I shouldn't be wanting to go back to work.

And still, knowing what I just said, I miss it. I miss the comradery, taking something and making it my own, and even having a heavy workload requiring night and weekend hours. Because no matter how hard it got, there was always someone willing to grab a drink or two. Ok Kathy, let's do one more :).

Do I regret leaving work for this trip? Not at all. I wouldn't trade this trip for anything. Not even for your holographic 1st edition Charizard (guys, it's going for like 5G's on ebay, crazy). I didn't take this trip to run away from my job; I took the trip because I've always wanted to see the world. One had to take precedent.

This trip has helped me zoom out and appreciate what I had. Not just with work, but home in general. And I think maybe that is the beauty in traveling. You learn things about yourself that you didn't realize were there.

As I'm missing my former work life, I'm certainly not rushing back home to get ready for year-end, update budgets, and prep for new revenue recognition rules (praying for you guys!). With so much uncertainty in what I'll be doing when I get back home, knowing what I value in a job, is at the very least, reassuring.