Beginnings of a Digital Nomad: The Remote Year – Day 8
Sleep deprived. Alcohol induced. Adrenaline fueled. They say the years go fast, but the days go slow. I couldn't disagree more. In my world, the years go fast, but the days go even faster. Who's with me?
It's frustrating when you go to bed exhausted, manage to sleep for only 3-4 hours, and wake up wired. I try to relax, but the thousands of thoughts buzzing through my head leave me restless: work on the next video, send him assets, check stats, text, text, text, accounting, “boy a coffee sounds nice right now,” optimization research, metadata, '___ sent you a message' “I'll get to it later,” like/share, redirect traffic.
Christina lies peacefully asleep upstairs in the second floor of our Bangkok apartment while the chaos called “my mind” ensues just below. Maybe all those nights out trying to keep everyone entertained and strengthening connections with those around me would pacify all this, but fuck it...I'll sleep when I'm dead. Sometimes I wonder how much money I would've saved if I never went out; but then I also wonder what my relationships would be like without those experiences that were enhanced by certain “social lubricants.”
Some say I overwork myself, but I don't think I work enough. “Too much money ain't enough money.” Why, you ask? Two reasons: Abner and Anna Atienza @offoodandart. 29 years ago they brought me into this world. 28 years ago they left everything they had—everything they knew—in order to bring me from the Philippines to the United States, where they gambled with the unknown for better opportunities for my upbringing.
Through countless trials and tribulations, toils and turmoils, they've succeeded. Now residing in the damp city of Seattle, they work towards their goal of retirement, and I'm here to speed up that goal. Their years of sacrifice act as my daily motivation to earn as much as possible so I can gift them the ultimate reward of rest. They say money doesn't buy you happiness...but to me, it buys you freedom. I've bought it for myself, and now it's time to shift my attention to buying it for them.
Thank you mom and dad. Everything I do, I do for you.
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