Jun 7 2013
So this week I went back to my job after five weeks on disability and tried to jump right back in. I couldn’t even remember my password. Literally.
Since my voice is still quiet and raspy I find myself doing this a lot because it’s easier than replying. Don’t worry: when I catch myself at it, I feel exactly as dorky as you would hope.
However, since other gestures aren’t always appreciated, I guess I should stick with the thumbs. *Yes, this is real.
By day’s end – or before, if I’m honest – I’ve got nothing left.
And when I get tired I get weepy.
It’s just disconcerting to feel as though you spent the day on a chain gang, when you spent it in Outlook.
But there’s really not anything I can do about it except sleep. A lot. A crazy lot.
I’d love to say that this week I proved I was some kind of total badass.
Not fazed by anything.
But the truth is….
…I don’t think I was very badass at work…
…or outside of it.
I guess I just need to be patient and remember to breathe.
And, sooner or later, I’ll be up and at ‘em again.
Or close, anyway.
24 May 2013
Steel, turquoise or citrine. If you’re looking for the appropriate blogiversary gifts. I’ve been writing here for eleven years. That’s longer than anywhere I’ve worked, anywhere I’ve gone to school. It means I’ve had a little online home here nearly as…Read the full article
28 February 2013
I found this quiz and couldn’t help myself: What’s the best book you read recently? I’ve read some very good ones lately. Quiet and The Willpower Instinct were amazing, which is odd because I usually love fiction much more than nonfiction. Nella…Read the full article
13 January 2013
When you think about “willpower,” if you’re anything like me, it’s always in the context of “if I had enough, I could…” or “if I only had some, I wouldn’t have….” Willpower isn’t a word that makes me feel warm and…Read the full article