Getting Back to Regularly Scheduled Life
When life sucks, it is sometimes hard to get back into life as you knew it before.
Eventually though, you have to go back to work. You have to go back to your life. Time didn't stop when your world was being ripped out from under you...actually you are now going to have to play catch up.
Nothing will ever be the same. There is dealing with a big chunk of your life that is now gone. There are still so many things to get done. There is a loss to grieve. There are new worries to keep you awake at night. Everyone handles stress differently, but for me it means less sleep, less eating, and thinking way too much. Oh and my skin freaks out which btw is *awesome.*
By Wednesday of last week, if I had spent one more night at my apartment alone with just my birds and my thoughts, I would have been a mess. Luckily, I have people who kept me occupied Thursday-Saturday. I'm lucky to have great friends. Still, they have lives too. They can't be there every night, so I will eventually need to be able to get through the week without being that needy kid.
I hate being that needy kid.
I am grateful for the friends that love me...and will be putting up with me as we start the whole "first year" over again. I'm grateful for the co-workers who put up with me when I'm sleep deprived and not on a my "A game." I'm grateful for the lawyer's secretaries that patiently wait for us to get everything together.
Now I just have to get back to feeling normal.
Eventually though, you have to go back to work. You have to go back to your life. Time didn't stop when your world was being ripped out from under you...actually you are now going to have to play catch up.
Nothing will ever be the same. There is dealing with a big chunk of your life that is now gone. There are still so many things to get done. There is a loss to grieve. There are new worries to keep you awake at night. Everyone handles stress differently, but for me it means less sleep, less eating, and thinking way too much. Oh and my skin freaks out which btw is *awesome.*
By Wednesday of last week, if I had spent one more night at my apartment alone with just my birds and my thoughts, I would have been a mess. Luckily, I have people who kept me occupied Thursday-Saturday. I'm lucky to have great friends. Still, they have lives too. They can't be there every night, so I will eventually need to be able to get through the week without being that needy kid.
I hate being that needy kid.
I am grateful for the friends that love me...and will be putting up with me as we start the whole "first year" over again. I'm grateful for the co-workers who put up with me when I'm sleep deprived and not on a my "A game." I'm grateful for the lawyer's secretaries that patiently wait for us to get everything together.
Now I just have to get back to feeling normal.
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