Another year and another Labor day spent working.
Only a half day, thanks to my friend, Sonia. She is working the first half of the day and I am taking the second half. I would rather not work at all, but economically that isn’t a wise idea. As it is this month, I may be paying rent late. The life of a single teacher isn’t as glamorous as it may seem.
There are lots of things as a writer and a teacher that I would rather be doing than working. But I can’t do them all right now and have a roof over my head. So I do what I have to do the things I love in the moments in between.
Sometimes I get annoyed and want to give up.
Occasionally, I do.
And then after a few tears and some quality Luke cuddle time, I regain my senses and get back to work.
That’s life and that’s how I do it.