While the screen capture shows I am no longer a reporter at the News-Register, it turns out I am a very slow leaver.
Let me preface this by saying I did this to myself because I have boundary issues and also letting go issues, as evidenced by the fact that I am donating four stories to the paper’s campaign coverage because I wanted to help and because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
At what time? Well at the time I had an office, and childcare of course.
Now I have the contents of my former cubicle spread throughout my dining room and bedroom as I attempt to carve out a space of my own while we attempt to figure out what this new life of ours looks like.
This is what transition looks like. It can be messy, confusing and a little unsettling.
Also, it is freeing, exciting and an opportunity to create more of what we want as we weed out what no longer serves us – things like rushing.
One of my favorite quotes from this week is Sam saying his favorite thing about my being home with him is “not rushing all the time.” Agreed.
As per usual, last week did not match the image in my head of what coming back home would be like.
In addition to not being all the way done at work, there was some unexpected drama on both a personal and professional front immediately following my handing over my keys at work.
The two were totally unrelated, one stemmed from some misunderstanding about a column I wrote which turned into hours of discussion and sleepless nights as I wrestled with my role in the problem, which in the end I determined did not belong to me. I do however regret that I wrote something that caused any angst, and I learned from the experience so there’s that.
The personal one is trickier to summarize because I strive to walk the messy line between my personal information and that of others in my life, (past/present/future) without crossing it.
That said, here’s what I am ready to say: I’ve been 12-steppin’ it for some time now to deal with some long, long standing unhealthy thinking and behaving on my part and after finally losing track of my days in recovery, I derailed myself over the weekend by leaning in to some drama that did not belong to me.
A series of bad decisions lead to ugly consequences and I am still kind of bewildered by and recovering from that trip to Crazy Town.
Note to self: Until I just wrote the above summaries I didn’t see the connection between the two energy-sucking situations … at the outset of each drama I didn’t ask myself: is this my problem?
There really is a lot to that one day at a time business and I thankful to have the opportunity to embrace this one.
With my people.
Thank you for checking in, for caring and for being my people
Speaking of which, my pint-sized peeps are paging me … something about needing to eat. Again.