An exhausting week

This week has been very exhausting (don't let the smile fool you). I've worked in average 11.5 hrs each day, trying to make some progress on a new project that got handed to me about two weeks ago. My mom who is on the other side of the Atlantic, works in average 30-35hrs/wk, and definitely has a better life than I. Don't take me wrong I love my job, and I particularly enjoy the fact that I can work those long hours without feeling the time passing. There is this invigorating feeling that warms me up at the thought of being productive. Work is not a burden especially when one is doing something that one enjoys. In fact it's a blessing from the One up above, a defining factor of one's personality for many. I remember a few years ago, one of my friends had some friends over at her place for a visit, we were hanging out together and we got unto talking about what we were doing for a living. Back then, we were a bunch of college students, struggling to pay for our tuition and fees while maintaining somewhat a 'normal' life. As each of us took turn whining about our miserable jobs, my friend while making up some story about her job, winked at me, indicating me I should not reveal her true "profession" to her friends. She was attending hotel rooms as a maid. For one reason or another, we all take pride or shame (for some) in what we do as a living. On how much money we're making. We define who we are by what we do, what we wear, how we speak, who we know. My husband often says that: "we are the sum of our experiences". Regardless of what defines us, somehow we all strive to make a difference in this indifferent world by different means.