It’s a mythical thing at this juncture; work, home, social obligations. My list of “Stuff To Do” is huge, and I haven’t even got the drive to even think about it at length:
2) Pay that speeding ticket
3) Wash the dishes
4) Finish the laundry
5) Call my dad
6) Call my grandmother
7) A gym, or some regular excercise
Etc, etc, etc. I have intentions, but I need to settle into the work pattern to be able to figure out when to do things. At this point I just get home, take my clothes off, curl into a blanket and relax. Last night, I took a two hour bath. It was marvelous.
The new job isn’t bad, it’s just different and difficult to get accustomed to. I see files of people with horrible lives, and I can’t help but react to them. I hope I can get past the gut punch feeling when I see something horrible happen to a little kid. I don’t get paid enough to feel ill at work on a regular basis. Time will tell, I suppose.
Monday? Monday I’m gonna pay that speeding ticket. And tonight on the way home from work I’m gonna call grandma.
First steps are always small, but significant.