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| What do you do when you get burnt out?So today at work, I noticed a few things: I have been feeling terrible about my work productivity, I don't feel satisfied at all with the work I'm producing, it almost makes me want to give up, and I'm always physically DONE by the end of the day. Where has my passion gone?? So I googled "being burnt out at work" and I am now diagnosed with this terrible disease. I need to get my fire back and quick! Good thing I'm being swept off my feet in T-minus 12 days. I will be gone and disappeared from this god-forsaken desk and somewhere celebrating my 25th birthday on a sandy, beautiful, beach on an island that end with the letters -ki. I'm excited to be going to a place that I've never been before. 
I have also been thinking about a change of pace, change of scenery, change! A lot of things have changed already but I don't feel like it has done a full 180 yet. That's what I need. I've contemplated picking up my things and going someplace where no one knows my name. I've always been held in the same spot because of someone, something, somehow. But I can feel it. Soon. 2-3 years soon. It sounds like a long time, but I have a feeling it's going to happen.
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| It's hard to come home sometimes. It's hard to feel like something that was always there is now suddenly missing. My dad and I had a weird relationship. He wasn't an ideal parent, he was a party-goer at heart, ambitious, wanted to do everything and succeed. When I was younger, I didn't understand why my father wasn't like other fathers, however, I was definitely "daddy's little girl". I always fought with myself whether or not I really liked the way he was. Nowadays, I've come to terms that I get all my right brain thinking from him. He pushed me to take piano so he bought me a piano. He bragged to his friends that I was taking Japanese. He suggested that I become an interior designer. He always wanted me to try something new. He always tried to listen to the same music that I did. Among a multiple of other weird things. I guess I never saw that as positives before. You know, I don't think I ever would've went into advertising if it wasn't for my dad. He never uttered, "why don't you become a doctor, a lawyer, dentist, pharmacist?" to me. It's strange because most Asian parents wish their children would become these things. But he knew that I was different, and I am. And I have him to thank for. I really hope he is resting in peace, because he is one man I know that never wanted to sit still in one place for too long.
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