The weird part, or weird for me anyway is that I have no desire to talk about what I've been thinking about. I especially have no desire to talk about work, at all!
I just walked away from my career of 13 years, a very hard move, a very disappointing leaving experience. Everyone wants to know about it, but I don't want to tell, I don't want to vent, or share or commiserate. I just want to know it's over.
I'm starting a new job, something exciting and totally different. But, I don't want to theorize, ask for more info than I've been given, or even enthuse (is that a word? you know what I mean right...) about the job.
I'm excited to go to work on Monday and start a new job but I'm sort of hoping this bizarre indifference means this job will not be my life like my job always has been. I'm counting on this as a sign that I'm ready to be defined by something other than my work.
I think I may also be ready to be defined by something other than my child. Being E's mama is the best thing I've ever been but I think I may need something more. This will definitely take some figuring but I'm ready.
So far I'm thinking... sewing, cookie and bread baking, I may cook a few dinners, I think I may want to run again (sometimes), hiking, and whatever else comes my way!
This list is definitely to be continued.