Image Credit: johntrainor (Flickr)For better or for worse, it's official! Dr. SW released me to return to work with a return date of March 31. The day after my appointment, I sent an e-mail to evil boss informing her of my resignation. It took her over a week to respond, but as of yesterday, she accepted my resignation.
Friends tell me that I should feel free, like the sun is rising on my mountain. But now, somehow, I am as unsteady as the tippy top of a tree swaying in every direction in a blustery wind against my mountain. The ground is far from me. I'm aware that somewhere far below I have roots in the ground, but I can't feel them.
I feel like I ought to know where I'm going, but I don't. Is it the economy or is it the fact that I can't form clear ideas in my head beyond taking care of the kids and the in-laws and exercising?
I know I have to come up with something to do for profit while the kids are in school - I just wish I knew what to do. Too many things interest me and I too easily talk myself out of all of them.
On the good news end of things, I seem to be appropriately medicated now. I can walk in a straight line. I can concentrate most of the time on things I read. At least I'm getting my butt up and exercising. So perhaps I should allow myself celebrate that.
Too bad my greatest skill, perhaps, is self flagellation. And you can't pay the mortgage with that.
2 comments:
Yeah, but doesn't self-flagellation count as aerobic activity? ;)
SMOOCH!!
It's going to count for me now!
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