...makers of "Tired As Hell" and "Lack of Ambition".
So many good things came today out of a chat I had this afternoon with a friend. The numero uno epiphany was: I must get my rear end back into part-time work as soon as possible. This full-time thing is for the birds.
I mean, I can't unknow something once I've known it. Once I've discovered how much smoother my house runs when I'm only teaching part-time, I can't be happy going back to full-time stressed out eight-to-four chaos.
Nearly everything I have an interest in has fallen by the wayside: my novel, my freelancing for the newspaper, food interests, graduate school...all forgotten because all my energies are spent just getting through each day at work.
My weekends are a crapshoot too, because as much as I'd like to just enjoy it and relax, I've always got schoolwork to do, to plan, to grade. I am crabby as hell on Sunday night, it feels like. Or I'm exhausted. Or I'm overwhelmed. Or I feel blah.
You get the point. I'm on autopilot...doing things out of routine. Not thinking too deeply about any one thing...and thus, not really thinking at all. Not dreaming, either.
Oy. Seven weeks until school's out. A little under eight weeks till Alaska. Must soldier on.