I Really Have To Do This Every Day?

There's nothing like writing a blog post every single day to make you realize how routine and uninteresting your life can be.  Today was a typical Thursday:  go to work, get lots of paperwork done (I have no clinics on Thursdays), go to my French class, come home.  I have to give a presentation tomorrow at 7 oh-my-God-it's-too-bloody-early in the morning, so I also had to spend part of my evening running through the presentation.  Always fun.

The act of daily blogging is reminding me of how little extra mental energy I have in my life.  I am not overly short on time, as I tend to leave the hospital at a reasonable time most days, but my job exhausts me mentally.  After a full day of high-stakes decisions and endlessly talking to people, my highly sensitive, introverted self is worn out.  Going to a French lesson and practicing a presentation and writing a blog post is about as much as I can handle in an evening, and I haven't done any of those things particularly well today.

I have huge respect for the people* who come home from a long day of work and then have to care for children.  I am honestly really glad that I've never felt a strong desire to have kids, because I think I would lose my mind if I had to come home to whining and disobeying and all of the many secretions that children produce.  (One of my friends with kids described her house this week as a "tsunami of diarrhea".  Shudder.)

And...that's it for me.  Daily blogging is helping me to generate lots of ideas for blog posts, but it isn't leaving me with enough drive to write a long one, so some of those will have to wait for once this month is over and I have more time for things to incubate.  For now, this will have to do.

*Not to be too sexist, but I will say especially the women.  Because in most households, those are the ones who bear the brunt of everything family/household.  For those rare men who are doing their 50% or more, well done.