I really haven’t been doing so well with the life/work balance thing lately. Obviously, this can’t continue because I am not only burning out, but I have been neglecting my fitness, and my normal cynicism sometimes borders on bitterness.
In the past year, I have taken on additional responsibility (at work and as an independent contractor)—partly because I have a hard time saying no to people, partly because throwing myself into my work distracted me from the fact that I really didn’t have much of a life outside the university.
That last part is one of those downward spiral, self-fulfilling kind of situations.
In fact, my work life versus my “life life” is about as balanced as a scale with Andre “the Giant” Roussimoff on one side and Kate Moss on the other (two-dimensional Kate Moss from that one episode of Family Guy, that is).
I tell myself that if I can just get through the next month’s worth of projects, I can get back to taking care of myself. Then the next month comes, bringing more projects. Then the next month…

I so relate … my life has been so out of whack too … it’s 80% work and everything else … little time for myself. sigh.