balancing act

There is such a thin, nebulously-drawn line between my “work” and my “personal” life. It’s all very hazy when I try to differentiate the two sometimes, since they’re so closely related for me. The people I love are the people I work with, the things I love are the things I work for, and so forth.

This kind of lifestyle is designed to include both extremities—terrific catastrophe and euphoric happiness—and sure enough, I walk the fine line between the two—precariously, of course.