In the interest of recovery, everything that is neither vital nor helping must be cut. While I love model trains and the hobby itself, I’m finding that the train club meetings are making me miserable. I feel like my new job, which is placing such extreme limits on my time, has really heightened my expectations for how my spare minutes at the end of the day are spent. If it doesn’t bring me joy, it has to go. In the meantime I’ll look for a new way to enjoy my time. As of now, sitting on my living room sofa (and reveling in the fact that can say I even have a living room, kitchen, the apartment as a whole) is more than enough to bring a smile to my face. And anything that takes me out of this heavenly space, besides work, better be something worthwhile.