I am in a hell of my own making. Last year when I setup my schedule for this year I must have been trying to punish myself. Group after group, trip after trip... It all seems like I am working non-stop. I do enjoy my work but I enjoy living too. The time seems to fly now. I have been on the go since January and that was 3 months ago, but it seems only a few weeks.
To be free and fly in the sun or run through the open woodlands... to dream of such freedom.