Sometimes I feel like this can’t be healthy.
Internally coaching myself to stay at my desk and not run out with some excuse or quit. The mental anguish.
Thinking about having to get through the entire week, forcing myself to be at this place for 8 hours straight every day.
Of course I don’t expect to get money for nothing.
I do enjoy working to a degree. Just not for 8 hours of the main part of my day 5 days a week. 6 would be so much more doable. Leave me time to cook dinner, straighten up the house, and still have a few hours to myself. but who can afford to live off part time hours?
It’s the full time rat race that’s killing me. Having every minute accounted for before and after work to get everything I need done. Working out. Showing. Prepping lunch. Cooking a fresh and healthy dinner. Getting a decent amount of sleep.
Where do I fit in what I want to do? Friday nights I’m so exhausted from the week that night is shot.
Sunday I have my housework, yard work, chores and errands. Prepping for the upcoming week.
Saturday – one day. I get one full day to myself. Hopefully there’s not a baby shower, relative or friends birthday, wedding, etc etc.
My life revolves around work….. and I can’t handle this for the next 30 years.