I've been really caught up lately on the fact that so much of my life is work. I am an RBT, and I have to be “on” for children for 8 hours a day every weekday. It is exhausting. I get home and I am just wiped. And the weekends feel shorter and shorter. It just feels insane to me that we are only given 2 days a week to enjoy life. I feel stuck in a machine that just churns out misery. I work so hard, and can barely pay the bills, nonetheless go on vacation. And there's no way out of this; this is just how things are designed and I feel trapped.
I know I'm not breaking new ground here or sharing some new perspective, but I just want to scream about this all the time.