I will be the first to say that I really do enjoy my work. I'm a school psychologist and special education teacher. I'll be the first to criticize the education system in the US. It's terrible. But my work is rewarding and I'm legitimately happy for the majority of my work day. HOWEVER due to the state of “things” I also have a 'side hustle' and end up working about 60 hours per week between both jobs. Each work day requires an hour of prep time (packing lunch, arranging makeup/hair/clothing, making and cleaning breakfast, etc) and an hour of commute time (30 mins there, 30 mins back). I try to sleep 8 hours a night. I spend 128 hours a week either working, preparing to work, or sleeping. That is 76% of the total time I have in my week. The other 24% I usually spend shopping for the week, meal prepping, doing laundry, cleaning up the house after a week of exhaustion from work, and doing every other freaking thing that needs to be done as a result of being a human.
I am always wondering why I feel so hopeless, exhausted, angry, frustrated, and generally unwell despite genuinely enjoying my job.
I crave hobbies and leisure and nature and art and exploration!!!!!!
There's really no point to this post with the exception of me ranting and wishing for a different world.
/end rant