Day 5 – Dreaded Mondays

If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m a night owl. And it’s not because Sundays are the Christmas Eve to my inner child – I’m not peeking over my covers pretending I’m asleep, while I wait for Mondays to find its way from the roof to the living room bearing gifts I begged for all year.
Going to bed past 11 p.m. and waking up the same time every morning works like the gears to my mental clock.
It doesn’t happen every night, but it’s noticeable.
Although my wrestlessness isn’t out of the ordinary, this is the first time in a long time that I’m dreading rolling out of bed in the morning.
I started working for Burlington County Times, a local New Jersey newspaper in Willingboro, three months ago covering county government.
I’m just getting into the swing of things, including jumping through hoops to get the simplest information known to mankind.
I love my job, but I don’t love learning more about the ways of government and how it’s not supposed to operate (pure opinion).
It’s unsettling and someone has to break through that brick wall.
I push and typically get nothing, which I don’t mind. I don’t mind making sure I get information I’m asking for in a timely manner knowing that it’s a rare occurrence.
I think it happened once too often last week and I cracked. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I mistakenly let my feelings overcome whatever stability I had left.
I felt vulnerable.
To make a long story short, I felt as if I set myself back instead of making headway.
Now, I have to start from scratch and hope for the best.
I have to move forward. That’s all.
I’m not sure who said it, but whoever it was I want to thank you.
Today is tomorrow’s yesterday.