It’s a work in progress. Having been at loose ends for two years now, with no job to focus on, I’ve lost a bit of my identity, some of my sense of self – or maybe a better phrase would be my sense of self-worth. Perhaps a stronger person wouldn’t have, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s how it is for me right now.
Recently, I “came to” and acknowledged this issue. Looked it square in the eyes and determined that it would not beat me. I am worth the effort to remain whole.
I found myself sleeping a lot due to this funk. There have been days where I didn’t get out of bed for 24 hours, other than to feed and walk my dogs. Above all, they will not suffer because of me. One of the first things I did to begin this return to “me” was to focus on projects around the house. “Spring” cleaning in the Fall, organizing that which needs it, taking longer walks with my pups. The second was to set a schedule and stick with it. Normal hours for sleep and awake hours, which has been a chore. I am NOT a morning person, never have been, and sticking to morning hours and “normal” bedtimes are not strong points of mine.
Making dates for lunch or coffee with friends is another thing. These moments keep me grounded and out there in society, which I miss.
It’s a work in progress. I’m worth it.
Here’s to each new day.