Nhớ Nguồn

Missing out on events with friends. Working 12 hour days. Waking up early the next day to do it again. Sitting alone in my room, staring at a blank computer screen, wondering if it's all worth it. Do not call me obsessed. I don't work compulsively. Do not be confused as to where my priorities lie. I don't sit at home dreaming of work, I sit at work dreaming of home. Do not call me a workaholic. I am simply working hard. But the things that we grow to love, the things that we are so passionate about that they wake us up in the morning, give us energy, inspire us, fulfill us, is it so wrong to, at times, place them above all else? Do not those things require sacrifice?  Just as we must be willing to sacrifice everything for the people we love, so to must we sacrifice everything for the things that give us a reason for being. 

4 months left of living in Vietnam. 3 years already having lived here. 2 significant life events since I graduated from college. 1 year spent working as an instructional designer. Apparently this year's June has a lot of memorable dates! It was wistful reflecting on all that has happened since I looked out my office's windows this time last year. Back then, I was elated with the fact that I had finally found my calling. I'd finally found something I was passionate about, something I cared about more than just in passing, something that I was actually good at, something I could see myself doing for the rest of my life! And yet, I couldn't have been more torn then between staying or going. With a long vacation ahead of me, there was no better time to finish things cleanly and turn a contract break into a contract termination. I knew I couldn't, though, and despite all who urged me to come home, I made the call and agreed to return to Vietnam. Here I am now, ei...