When I am on the road I’m working very closely with people that I might not necessarily ever spend time with if it weren’t for my job. At the same time, I’m getting communication from my manager about more changing decisions and directions and more work.
However, in the midst of all this unhappiness, never far from my right hand is my BlackBerry. In that little slim black box are my lifelines — my friends and family — the people who love me and understand me no matter what and who remind me who I am.
I am NOT this job or these people. I am a wife, a daughter, a friend, a daughter-in-law, a sister-in-law, and an aunt. I will continue to be these things to the ones I love long after this job has become a line on my resume and the people I’m working with are nothing more than a blurry face in my mind’s eye.
These text messages and phone calls to my friends and family may not win me a million dollars, but they provide me with something much more important when I’m on the road.
My sanity.
