Frustration.

I'm feeling frustrated.
I'm feeling frustrated by people who have nothing positive to say. By people who really have no consideration or compassion. By people who are unappreciative and quick to judge. By people with poor attitudes and even poorer character.

I'm feeling frustrated by life's circumstances that continue to keep me up late at night writing endless papers about why P.E. is so darn important, and about how to teach a class of first graders how to sing a silly song about elephants, and about the different types of conflict in education. Isn't conflict just conflict? Seriously, why does it need so many sub-categories?

I'm feeling frustrated by the e-mails that are piling up in my inbox, waiting to be returned. If only I had more time. If only I didn't have to work and go to school and this and that and the other thing.

Oh, and I know what some of you are thinking... "well, you don't have kids to raise... you've got it EASY!"
I beg to differ.

All I really want to do is run. In all honesty, that's it. I want to strap on my running shoes, and hit the trail. That's how I channel this frustration. But, seeing as it's 10:00 at night, this blog will have to do for now. Until the sun shines again, and the new day shows it's glorious face...
So I'm feeling frustrated by life. Frustrated by people. Frustrated by the darkness that steals my running from me. Why can't I just have two more hours of daylight? Is that so much to ask?