The only way is through it
Dear me,
I didn’t want to write this to be perfectly honest. So much of what was up in the air has now settled, only for an entire new and unanticipated life catastrophe to occur. You live in San Diego. You have a masters. You have a job. You live 13 minutes from Julia. You are single. It’s hard. That’s all I can say about right now. I thought being in grad school was hard, and everyone said being a first year teacher was as hard or harder…but in a different way. And I get it. It’s a balancing act where you’re always behind, you’re always the bottom of the barrel, you’re always just trying to do a good job. And sometimes you don’t.
It feels like work is your life right now, but it won’t always be that way. I promise. There’s more time for family this year. There’s more room to breathe…kinda. You’re kinda broken and bent and afraid, but there’s so much good surrounding you. It’s just hard and painful to be you right now. That’s all.
It’s good, it’s bad, it’s unbearable, and it’s hard. But you can do hard things. You’ll be ok, and you know that. But it doesn’t make it any less hard.
