—A Saint Dirty Face Micro-Rant

Some mornings I wake up and think, You know what?

I was built for staying home, doing absolutely nothing, and telling the world to go hug a cactus.

No meetings.

No memos.

No administrators who think leadership is cosplay.

Just peace, pajamas, and me giving a middle finger salute to “the man.”

But then—like a punch in the wallet—I remember something tragic:

Bills exist.

Electricity costs money.

Kids need food.

Life keeps whispering, “Hey bro… you gonna pay these or nah?”

So here I am:

A modern saint of questionable patience,

torn between embracing my inner house-cat

and dragging myself back into the workforce like some Monday-morning zombie warrior.

Truth is?

I’m conflicted as hell.

Staying home feels holy.

Working feels necessary.

And somewhere between those two…

I’m just trying not to lose my damn mind.

Stay Dirty. Stay Rebellious.™

And may your bills someday pay themselves.