As I sit here during my prep time, I've decided to clean out my desk. Not the ominous, "go clean out your desk" just a subtle "Rebecca, you only have three days left" kind of thing. I guess I didn't give myself enough credit... WHY is this bugging me so much?
It's just a job, it's just paper, pencils, and art projects, but it's final. 3 days. 3 days of doing what I do everyday. 3 days of pining after stability. 3 days of being needed. 3 days with coworkers who make me laugh and get under my skin all at the same time. 3 days until unemployment. 3 days until freedom.
I suppose denial is a fun place to live for a while... but my mind's been wandering lately about the next step. Why is it so hard to trust that what's in store will be far better than what is now?
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