I stumbled upon this great little animated poem and had an a-ha moment. It was one of those times when I saw something in the world that was perfectly in sync with the thoughts bouncing around my head.
In Sex and the City, they said you could have only two of the following three: an amazing apartment, an amazing job and/or an amazing boyfriend. (Or am I making that up? Was it just me and my friends who thought that? In any case, I think it’s a common New York truism.)
Similarly, sadly, (tragically?) Kenneth Koth proclaims that you cannot have love, work and friends—only two of the three are simultaneously possible.
As my weeks here in Paris ebb and flow with excitement and exhaustion, I can’t agree more. It’s something I’m trying to crack: do I give up my freelance writing for the rest of my stay here in order to free up some time and lessen my stress so I could enjoy “French life” a bit more? The thing is, it’s always been how I measure my success, so the thought of doing that terrifies and depresses me.
And yet, I can’t keep grinding away at work 9 or 10 hours a day and also pursue the freelance. If I stubbornly decided to keep doing both, I’d have to give up the friends. Which, with friends like Mel, Jo, Sarah and Michael, is just not happening.
And love? When that flutters outside your window, you certainly don’t bat it away. It’s too rare and precious and one day, I may be so lucky.
Meatloaf profoundly put it this way: Two out of three ain’t bad. This poem is, well, more poetic. Now the question is, what I am going to do about it?