A Time For Every Purpose

My company wants me to work more.  It's an interesting job, and I have a lot to learn, and some of it just can't be done during a regular workday, when we're doing the normal routine and putting out fires.  I'm trying to get them to teach me some stuff during the shift, during slow times, but it's not happening often.  I don't mind a little more overtime, but I do not want to live there.  When I took the job I knew there'd be a little overtime, but they said I wouldn't have to come in all the time.  Of course now they're pushing for more and more.

My job is not my life.  I have a life, and lots to do.  I have a wife/friend/partner-in-crime who I can't wait to get home to.  I, and we, have stuff to do on weekends.  We have a kid on the way, and I want to give him or her as much time as possible.  Working more gets me more money (and we have plenty of baby things to spend money on,) but money is not everything.  Time is money, and I don't have enough time.   Money comes and goes; time just goes.  After my grandparents died a while back I started thinking about my own mortality.  I wish they were still here, and want to make the time I have as good as I can.  Then when I lost my dad too young, and then my brother far too young...  Life is short, no matter how much time you have.  Even if you have 90 years, that's not enough.  You need to enjoy life while you can.  Appreciate the small things, make time for them and the big things, and find a balance between work and other necessary tasks, and the really important stuff.