You ever feel like you’re just going to explode? Like you’ve just reached your limits? When you are giving everything you have and yet nothing is what you thought?
I feel like I am working so hard yet I am going no where. I can’t keep this up, yet what other choice do I have? I keep telling myself it’ll all be worth it, but when? How many more years can I keep telling myself that?
Sometimes I do boil over, sometimes I need to let it out. But I can’t, not fully. I finally screamed at my husband that I’m not writing them back, not today. I know where he is coming from, I get it. It’s just a quick e-mail then you won’t have to worry about it anymore. But when do the e-mails stop? When does my time begin?
What about when I told everyone I would be gone for a week? Did they respect me then? No. How am I supposed to survive? How am I supposed to relax? When does my time begin?
When I get home from a long day of work or am busy at a conference, should I be expected to still be “on” when I get home? Say I am. For how long? So when I work a 10 hour shift with an hour plus commute each way, should I then be expected to come home and answer e-mails? What about dinner? Can I eat too?
It’s always something, for someone. One quick e-mail? Maybe, but at what cost?