Monday

I've lost count of the number of times I've had to get ready for work, put my game face on and pretend that I was doing something worthwhile. Today, is no different. I want it to end; I've wanted it to end for a very long time, and, yet, here I am still at the coalface. You could say I'm lucky; I don't feel that way. If anything, I think this is my fate: to be strapped to an interminable wheel until the end of my days. Like so many times before, though, I will get through the day; I will survive, ready to face into the headwinds of another working week. PS. I leave one of my part-time jobs on 19 February 2026 and, as things stand, I've nothing lined up to replace it. That feels right and necessary, despite knowing that money will be "tight". I also feel a relaxation, knowing I'll have some time to travel and do some of the things I've been putting off all these years.