I don't know where I've been all these years.
It's really nice to have a place to write that isn't Facebook. It's strange to think I've had this Livejournal for years, and it used to be my go-to place to record my feelings. Then came myspace and Facebook and Twitter and our long, eloquent narrations became limited to what you thought was appropriate status material and what could fit into 150 characters. I don't think many people are around to read this, which is nice, and the few I know who may be around won't mind. That's nice, hey?
I'm feeling bad lately. Honestly. Downright bad. I have these moments of clarity and hope when I think that things will get better with my work-- that I'll have some great epiphany and suddenly have a wide open road to travel down free of detours or hassle.
Things are okay. Matthew is amazing, as always. I get paid to go to school. I have no debt. I love teaching. I have great students. I am just finding that when I go to face my foe day after day I am only facing myself. I throw a punch and fall and I am always the one down. Nobody wins; I don't win. I just keep punching, and punching, and punching...
So who gives in first? Not me.
I'm feeling bad lately. Honestly. Downright bad. I have these moments of clarity and hope when I think that things will get better with my work-- that I'll have some great epiphany and suddenly have a wide open road to travel down free of detours or hassle.
Things are okay. Matthew is amazing, as always. I get paid to go to school. I have no debt. I love teaching. I have great students. I am just finding that when I go to face my foe day after day I am only facing myself. I throw a punch and fall and I am always the one down. Nobody wins; I don't win. I just keep punching, and punching, and punching...
So who gives in first? Not me.