Hours Worked vs Happiness

One of the things I've always loved about Colorado is how blue the sky is.

It's a simple equation, for me anyway, but I seem to keep forgetting it (or intentionally sabotaging myself, I'm not sure which):

Working too many hours = misery.

I start to feel like life is drudgery, drained of any delight or fun. It's almost like part of me doesn't think I deserve to be happy, so I let my hours at work get totally out of control so there's no way I can be.

Bad week this week as far as number of hours worked. But I did take most of today off...I'd been thinking about doing it, and then I read the following first thing this morning by one of my favorite poets, Anna Kamienska, and it sealed the deal:

"Dante places the sorrowful in hell, those who refused to rejoice in the sunlight."

There's been sunlight for me today. :)