Every Christmas, my parents give me money to do something for me and this year I knew it would be to replace a crockpot that was on the brink of its life. It worked, but barely, and I'm a big user of the pile-it-in, and forget-about-it way of cooking during the busy seasons of my life. It's now on Mt. Pleasant and it will be put to great use. I'm still in my meatball-eating phase and each day the sauce gets better for the spaghetti that goes with it, but after three days I'm ready for some change. This happens every time I find time to make it.
I'm readying myself for more project flying in, but I went to bed last night knowing I couldn't do any more because my eyeballs were falling onto my knees. I sit at home shaking my head at the pace a winter session takes and debating whether or not any compensation is worth the stress, especially when this is in addition to all the other work I have to do, including preparation for the semester (and summer) to come. Of course, returning amongst colleagues who aren't as willing to do for the students (or asked) is also on the radar, and I'm trying to adjust my attitude and emotions. It's wrong, but it's what I've known to be synonymous with the work. Once upon a time there were others to work with...those days have disappeared. If only it was easy to find work I love in a location that is healthier for those who work.
One dreams. Can't they?
But, as always, I'm here for the students and I remain steadfast on integrity and excellence and perhaps that is my curse.
Okay, it is my curse, indeed. I do this to myself and that is an area I've been trying to fight off for the last 5 years in a location that doesn't listen to the concerns expressed. I'm old enough to know I can't change any of it...just me. So that is what I need to prioritize.
