While on Christmas break, I really took a break. I spent my days catching up on TV and sleeping late. I watched the entire “Insecure” series in two days, caught up on “How to Get Away with Murder”, and even
As someone who dreams of a life with so much more, I often fall into the trap that if I do more, I’ll feel more joy, and get more out of life. But somehow that math just isn’t adding up.
I woke up anxious; I dread the thought of having to go into work. Who should have to put up with that abuse? Who should have to tolerate being disrespected by rude children…CHILDREN! Then have to deal with a staff