This is a typical day in my working life: I leave for the office around 8:45 a.m. and read work stuff during my commute. I usually stay at the office until 6:30 p.m. or so, go to the gym, eat dinner, and then work on my freelance writing assignments until 1 or 2 a.m.
And this routine repeats itself all over again the next day. Iím one of those lucky people who absolutely loves what I do, and that gives me the energy to push myself and accomplish more. Still, I canít help but think sometimes: Is this all there is?