Day 18

This city seriously tries to kick my ass before I even get to work. I walk about 10 blocks to the subway with my son Adjei. Ellison is usually pushing him. Then when we get to Union Square, we bid farewell to Papa E and try to rush to the front of the line to the only elevator. There are usually around 15 lazy, capable, jerks trying to push their way on to the pee-scented elevator. By the second round, we get on the elevator and I take another train uptown to drop my son off at daycare. That stop doesn’t have an elevator so I’m lugging about 30 pounds of stroller and baby up two flights of stairs. Of course most of the time no one lends a hand. Instead, I might get a snicker that I’m moving too slowly. So I get to Adjei’s school and I have to say goodbye to my sad face son. Then I take a cab across town to my job. (Deep Breath)

You know I hate to complain about work but it is just not what I want to do. Everyday I feel like I’m walking through quick sand. I always feel guilty for being so ungrateful. I wonder if there are people who really love their job. That concept seems so far fetched sometimes. Well I believe I will eventually do something I love.

I am feeling so tired and worn out by the day that I have already gone over my points. I still want to eat but I’m not going to. Tomorrow I will track and I will either go to Zumba or Body Conditioning. I will also call some photographers for headshots. I want to get my pictures taken by the end of February. I still have not played a video game with E, I'm hoping he will cancel

Quote of the Day:

“Everyone can think of the one thing that would make life better for them. 
But people are not so quick to answer the second question: 
’what are you doing to make that change come true." 


Catherine Pulsifer