For the first time in 13 years, I missed a parent-teacher conference. Not just "only go to see most of the teachers" or "didn't get to everyone because the kids are doing so well I didn't want to bother anyone". No. I didn't even make it to the high school. At all.
"Why?" is the next logical question. "Work" is the sadly truthful answer.
Genius Golfer went instead. So the family WAS represented, but it wasn't me. And that isn't sitting right with me today.
There are many days I am so thankful to have a job at all, much less one that I mostly enjoy every day and with colleagues I think are pretty fun, doing work that feels useful and with a boss that is super flexible and patient with me.
But last night I resented having a job.
Resentment is not a healthy feeling. It stirs up anger and disappointment and keeps me from seeing anything positive in the situation. It has been sneaking in more often in the past month or so. And I can't seem to control it yet.
Missing parent-teacher conference might seem like a little thing, but I know little things build together to become BIG things if I'm not careful--for good or bad. And this kind of 'little thing' foundation doesn't lend itself to building a strong, positive end. And that worries me.
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