I rode my bike to work today.
Many of you are like, “yeah, so what…you always ride your bike to work,” but the fact of the matter is. I have a job to ride to.
It’s very, very, very part time, but. I have eight hours a week where I am being paid for my labors. Eight hours a week where I do not have sub-3′ humans hanging from my trousers and issuing incomprehensible requests. Eight hours a week where I can wear earrings and not have them snatched off the side of my head. Eight hours a week where I can speak in complete sentences and be responded to in kind.
It’s not much, but by golly, I’ll *take* it.