I adore freedom. Last night, I shared a video from one of my favorite podcasters on Instagram. It's about a girl who has travelled around the world for years, and her life has been my dream for a long time. I just hid the post because I'm afraid of hurting my husband's feeling. Sometime I blamed him for my unhappiness of being trapped in this small place, however, this is all my choice. None of this is his fault. I chose him and I chose this life. I chose a career that has no freedom physically-working at regular time, doing regular job and meeting regular people. I chose to have a family with him, having two wonderful kids. I should be grateful and happy. But I am not. I'm losing the opportunity to be a traveler since I'm getting older and I have my own duty. I'm not physically free; I should find a way to feel free spiritually. My life is in my hands. I love my family no matter what. To travel is to find a way home. The...
I lost my mind last night. I yelled at my kid again who wetted the bed last night. I think the reason I lost it was I heard my husband yelled first, and I was interrupted during a Korean drama. Deep down my mind, I really want to finish the drama but my little boy wetted again. What's worse, my husband had a temper at him which made a scene like I was a bad mom because I left my child in the bed to enjoy my own time. I said something really bad last night again, and it made me feel really terrible. (Something like I would want to leave the family..) I couldn't sleep. I don't have energy. I feel bad. I need to put myself together to face my job which also consumes a lot of energy emotionally. Is it possible that I spend too much energy at work, and I don't save some for my family. Why is it so hard?