The last eight weeks have been a non-stop early-morning roller-coaster of teaching English to unruly German and Spanish teenagers. I am tired. I am out of touch with everyone who I sincerely care about in my life.
One more week of teaching, and my previous life of unemployment will start again. A blessing and a curse. I won’t be straining my introverted energies in front of a bunch of kids who would rather be out in the sun (understandably) than learning about the first and second conditional. But on the other hand, I won’t be making a living.
Always, this struggle to survive, pervading our ability to actually “live”. What does it mean to live well?
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