You HAVE to enjoy life after you get off work or you gone feel like you slaving away. Like PLEASE go have drinks on a random Wednesday. YES do that beach picnic too. That’s right, go practice pottery on a Tuesday evening. That go to work, go home, go to work, go home shit is 0/10
Yall… MY MOM WON TEACHER OF THE YEAR.!!!!!!! MY MOM WON TEACHER OF THE YEAR.!!!!!!! MY MOM WON TEACHER OF THE YEAR.!!!!!!! MY MOM WON TEACHER OF THE YEAR.!!!!!!! MY MOM WON TEACHER OF THE YEAR.!!!!!!!
and here you are, no longer answering when old wounds call, diving into everything divine to remember who you always were, you were never lost; you were just buried under versions of yourself that were built to survive.