Some days.
Some days I love what I am doing. Some days I am convinced it is the best thing for me to do, that it is the right path. Some days I am truly excited about the future.
Some days I wonder why I made such an idiotic decision. Some days I wish I had made some course corrections along the way. Some days I just want to be part of the standard, blue-collar working class. Some days this just sucks.
Every day I pay out my nose (or other orifice if you prefer) to work for other people. Normal people don't do that. Some days I get no sleep. Willingly. While still paying out the nose to do so. Some weeks I don't see my children while they are awake. Again, my choice. By the time I am done here I could have bought a decent townhouse with my student loans.
Brilliant idea for heading into a field that is being raped more and more every day by the government and private insurance companies.
And laywers.
Some days I smile easily. They seem to come almost unbidden to my face. Some days I am happy being where I am.
Some days I can't even force one. No matter how hard I try. Some days I just wish I could call it quits.
Some days.
Some days I whine.