Posted on: Monday, January 21, 2013
I started my job on January 2nd. Fast forward through 2 1/2 weeks and several overtime hours and I'm worn out. Exhausted in my bones and my mind. I'm on my feet so much I'm already considering wearing compression hose and the once novel notion of signing my name with a bunch of credentials behind it is now just a waste of my precious time. Not to mention, I'm sun-dependent and husband-dependent -- both of which are gone when I get home in the evenings. (Ty is just in class or at work, but by the time he gets home I'm fighting sleep pretty hard.)
It doesn't help matters that I was sick for the entire week between Christmas and New Year's. The sickest I've been in a long time, the kind where the aches and sniffles linger well past when you think you're "getting better." I had such grand plans for that week -- goal setting, year planning, book reading, meal planning, house cleaning. But instead I dove headfirst into work feeling frazzled and feverish and I still can't seem to find my footing.
I know it's just temporary. I'll start to find my routine. I'll get adjusted to power-walking through my day and feeling like I left my head at home. I'll feel more validated when I get my first paycheck. The sun will start setting later. And after this semester, Tyler will be home at normal-person hours. But I can't help but have a tremendous, new-found respect for the people out there that are not only doing what I am but managing to cook dinner! And raise children! And shower! Miracle women, I tell you.
How I'm coping with this no-good, hopefully short, season:
>>planning this year's garden with the Seed Saver's Exchange catalog
>>daydreaming (and planning for!) our first puppy (coming soon!)
>>spending every second of my weekend attached to Tyler's hip
>>making a Pinterest board with inspiration/vision/goals/plans for 2013
>>exploring a few lovely yet new-to-me blogs like this one and this one
>>scouring the internet for sewing projects for my new machine
I laughed so hard when I first saw this drawing by one of my favorite artists, Gemma Correll. My feelings exactly. If you're in need of laughing until you cry, I highly suggest her Pinterest board.