Tuesday

You'd think that five days off (I took 3 work days and a weekend off for my anniversary and a vacation) would give me enough rest to be ready to come back. But, yesterday, thinking of coming back to work, I was filled with dread and discouragement. I think that's a bad sign. I know a lot of it is just my anxieties- coming back to the unknown and feeling like I haven't been doing my part etc. Today was actually a lot better than I expected. My job isn't bad. There are things I even kind of like about it. But, I guess having time to myself reminds me of where my heart is... and it's not here...