I’m actually saying the above to myself. It’s been almost seven weeks since I last wrote. Why?
Because I had to go back to work. The leisurely life of a public school employee, on summer break is over. It’s back to the grindstone. And I feel like I’ve been grist milled and we’re only five weeks into the new year. I feel so old! Really, really old.
Maybe teaching is a young person’s job now? When I started teaching 28 years ago, I spent 60+ hours a week working like hell. Nights. Weekends. Vacations. I worked them all-especially the first two years. It got better the third year and beyond. But it was always way more than 40 hours a week. In fact, you can’t teach well, and work only 40 hours. It’s not possible.
Then, I found Angie and I didn’t want to work so much. I wanted to spend time with her, enjoying life. But there was always that pull to do a superior job. I couldn’t be ordinary. Although, maybe I was, even as I worked like a dog.
But that’s a different post altogether.
The point is, I’m getting too old to work like a 20 something man. Last week we had the Walkathon. It’s one of my super big deals of the school year. After Friday’s event I went home and could hardly talk I was so tired. On Saturday, I thought about going to the gym with Angie, but I was physically sore. My hamstrings were so tight it hurt to walk. I took a long nap. I felt better, although I was kind of in a fog that evening.
Work exhausts me so much, I can’t do the fun stuff of life. I do like naps though. Am I only working to pay the bills? And working so hard, I can’t enjoy my time off due to exhaustion? Is that really a question?
What do you think? Is that the new world? We work to pay for our toys and mortgage, letting life go by too tired to partake or enjoy. Is that really living?