Something happened on January 1. Before that, everything was going along fine, and I was doing ok at work. Then suddenly everything blew up. Actually, that’s a little overdramatic. I’m still doing fine, and I’m still happy here.
I’m just swimming all of a sudden…there’s a huge amount of work to do. This is both good and bad, because no one wants to be bored at work (not that I was bored before), but still…you want a little breathing room sometimes.
I’m going to come in Sunday to do a little catch up. However, right now it’s 5:30 on Friday and sitting at my desk is NOT where I want to be. See ya ‘round.
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Night swimming can be scary since you can't see what is in the water with you, which way is up or down, where you are going, etc...
But, because my parents live on a river, I had the chance to night-swim a lot while I was a teen. In the dark I could really feel the water on my skin, and fighting the fear and urge to get back on land ended up giving me an electric kind of energy! All of which I am saying because it is a good metaphor for the busy life and new beginnings and triumphing over fear. I hope you find joy in the challenge!
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