I have finished my first year of teaching and boy did the rest of my life suffer for it. Almost everything got pushed to the side while I tried to keep my head over water. I had no energy to do anything, and I mean anything. Most nights I came home and instantly went to sleep. Now bear in mind I got back home at 3:30. That’s crazy. I stopped working out. I stopped reading. I stopped painting and I especially stopped doing anything writing related.
I felt terrible.
But now it’s summer...
Published on June 15, 2018 13:48