Its no good, I need to work less. I need more time. I need more free hours in the day to do all the things I want to do. 

I want (need) to go to the gym regularly again. I want to go to the cinema more often. I want more time to explore this spiritual calling Im feeling (Searching for God). I want to do another degree (I havent decided what yet: maybe marketing or something philosophical or to do with social policy). I want to give more back to society to make my time on earth worthwhile. This phD in zombies NEEDS to be written. I want to explore this writing career people tell me I should consider. I want to find a thinking medication to my mental health. 

But life costs money. I have to work to live. I have to work to look after my babies. I have to work to fund my thinking medication. I need more money. 

I need to work more. I need to work more to feel like Im actually doing all the things I want to do in work. I need to work more because I feel better when Im working. I need to work more because its the only time I stop thinking. I need to work more because its the only time I actually feel worthwhile. Working is my thinking medication. 

Its my eternal struggle.