A week at work that is.  Technically just 4-days.

I went to work for 4-days and worked 5-hours each day.  I had feelings all over the place…I still do.  Is this job what I want to do for the rest of my life?  Is it meaningful?  Does it bring me joy?  As I think of all of the BIG issues I am grounded by this thought, my job gives me life insurance and health insurance two things I simply cannot go without.

This is not a particularly cheerful post.  Truth is, I’m not all that cheerful.  I’m learning how to walk my new normal life with my illness alongside of me.  It is always going to be next to me.  I’m looking forward to it being a thought in my day instead of the only thought in my day.