Mondays blow so hard... working in schools (and it's not just the dismal, barely-keep-you-fed-pay, although I pride myself on not caring about such trivialities... I find that I am starting to resent people who make more than me with equal or less work, which is most people because I work a lot and don't make much. Do people decide to make more or do they just care about it and prioritise money more?).
How can this be the reality that anyone is expected to endure? It wasn't even that bad. It just feels like it will be this way always: too much to do, not enough time to do it, feeling not enough for not doing it.
And my sense of gratitude feels long gone. My sense of joy in life with. Talking about it doesn't seem to be helping. In fact, it is one of those rare cases where talking about is just spreading it around outside myself.
Tomorrow could be totally different.
