I didn’t mean to take two days off this week. It wasn’t the plan. However, it happened. Coming back today I felt sluggish and slow, but no one seemed to notice. It started resembling the office I had liked before; expectations at a level that doesn’t actually take much from me to meet. So relative safety.
Which goes back to my temporary-ness of whatever unpleasant thing lands in my life. I’m not excessively tolerant, but it seems life signed me up for the difficult run this year. I had hoped to thrive enough to get out fast ish and maybe update my gear in the bargain.
The gear is half there, and I’ve given up on that front. Getting out is still the name of the game.
I like immensely knowing what comes next though. So treat this week; I’m on an assignment, one I’m good at. THEN the week after that four out of five days I’m spending in training, always lower pressure than real work.
I get so tired sometimes, the rest is going to be good, just different is good. Right now, I’m in a really good place. That’s temporary too, but who knows how long?
I appreciate it while it is here. Next week therapy, it’ll be interesting.
We’re having a little cold spot, a bit of relief and it’s put me in such a better mood. Someday soon, that’ll be most of my days, this weather all summer.