The first week back with all its festivities, I was reduced to a frightened child. Pancaked, panicky, tongue-tied and feeling very dum at unfamiliar work! But it was also a lot of fun and I was also made to feel very welcome by a surprising no. of people.
Now that I am feeling tons better just writing, I can laugh at M calling me a “big ball of sunshine”, smile at I’s “welcome home” email, love B for being so real, enjoy all the people I’ve reconnected with..
And disclose that an intro to a high-flying peer (a year younger), that went a little drunkedly coz I was sleep-deprived, had (no fault of his) left me feeling rather useless. Guess I just feel like at my age I should be more responsible in “saving the world” (like him) and not be floundering! Yet I am fantastically proud of him :).
Sidetrack:
B says a flounder is a flat fish that swims like a stone bouncing off water, but underwater. Haha, I love silly facts like that coz I’m so visual. Lovely distraction for one who has fallen on hard times.
I haven’t quite found my feet yet. But the first week had its charms :). I like(d)..
- Being allowed into real and raw feelings. They ground me.
- New people. They add colour and depth.
- Working as a floor to do something cross-divisional. It unites.
- And maybe even new work. It stresses my parietal lobes to grow!