“Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.” ~Newt Gingrich
It’s that time of year again. No, not the holidays. Although… I’m more than a little “Bah! Humbug!” about those this year as well. It is apparently time for my annual(ish) I-don’t-want-to-work-another-day-in-my-life funk.
I don’t really have a choice in the matter. I have to work. I’ve always had to work.
It isn’t that I abhor my job. Most of the time it’s quite pleasant… as jobs go… if a bit less challenging than I would prefer. I’m employed. I’m thankful for it. I don’t make a lot. At all. Still, my bills are (usually) paid. The boys can eat… and eat… and “Okay! Stop eating!” They understand the “No, I can’t buy that for you today or ever.” concept. Are they always happy about it? Of course not. But, they get it. We have enough.
The point here is that, and I know I have vented about this previously, it would be lovely if I had the choice to work or not work. I get bored easily. Because of this lovely trait of personality, I have assumed throughout the years that, given the choice of working parent or stay-at-home mom (which is a far more serious working parent gig sans paycheck), I would still go to work... for my own sanity. Now, I’m not so sure. I am so bloody tired. So. Bloody. Tired.
But, like I said… I have no choice. I know. I know. Suck it up. I will. Eventually. In this one thing I always manage to persevere. But, for a bit, allow me my funk.