At the end of every day I try to quit work by 5:30.
I try to stop checking emails.
I try to shut down my computer.
I try to leave my office space and venture up to be with my family.
Some days, I can do that.
Other days, I struggle.
Since I’m teaching online, it is harder to just “leave” work and go home.
Because it’s always there.
Calling to me, like a jealous lover.
Tethering me to my computer.
My fingers flying across the keyboard.
Jumping from open tab to open tab.
Then, the next day I am flummoxed because I can’t find anything.
Because this work that we do is never ending.
The more I work, the more there is to do.
And, honestly, I am exhausted.
My eyesight is suffering.
My posture is shot and it was never that great to begin with.
I make plans to get on the Peloton, but then I don’t.
I grab a book to read and my mind wanders or my eyes get heavy with sleep.
So, no more.
I am readjusting my boundaries so that I can disconnect at 5:30 every day.
I know I’ve said all of this before.
I may even go down this road again, but the difference is that this time I’m being kind to myself.
Is it quitting time yet?
Cross posted to The Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Story Challenge.