Why is it that you can like most parts of your life, but there are a few that stick in your side like thorns?
I like my office, like the students, like my coworkers, feel like I'm helping people, but long to be in charge... and of course to make more money.
I like my bed, love my roommate, like the view, but hate having to drive everywhere and hate my commute.
Am I a perfectionist? Do I take the good things for granted? Seriously what's the deal.