It’s a Tuesday, and I’ve survived my first round of classes.

I talked at them, made jokes at which they sometimes laughed, assigned them their first tasks of the semester.

I haven’t made a plan for tomorrow, I’m still drained from yesterday.

Overall it was a success. Now to just keep that going.

And at the same time I feel like I’ve gotten nothing done, I have nothing to show for my hard work, and I’m grinding my gears when they’re supposed to glide, gridlock, and slip by so easily.

I need to suck it up and start working on something tangible, or else I’ll never stop this cycle of self pity and angst. It’s getting boring, honestly.

Funny how students never know or care how much else is going on in the position of power.