My dear,

Every five days you escape your weekday job for some weekend fun. You escape it for two nights of alcohol filled dazes.

And every year you escape your job for two weeks of vacation. You escape it for two weeks of alcohol, and sand filled dazes.

Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you ought to set up a life you don’t need to escape from.

Maybe you ought to create a life for yourself where you don’t need intoxication, or beaches, or trips around the world to make up for the fact that you hate your job.

Maybe you should love your job.

Falsely yours,
Seth Godin