After the Storm

 

I am a writer at heart. I miss writing poems and believing I could be a poet for a career. I'm not sure what I was wishing for as a teenager or someone in my twenties. I'm not sure what I really wanted my life to be like. What storytelling ... will I remember when I am 80 .. will recall my memories. 

Work is slowly moving along, a client gave me flowers today. It was lovely considering the market crash. it was nice to know someone is kind. 

I'm in-between making a career changing choice. I'm come to the decision, I will leave my job in March. This is the first time, I have written this down. I might be doing this alone but I am no longer afraid. 

Georgia is sleeping me with me while Rob is working in the city. She is more cuddly now than ever and she is almost 7 years ago .. it's hard to believe to so much time has passed. it feels like yesterday when she arrived as a puppy. 

September 1

 Summer is almost over, fall is slowly in the air. I've experienced a rainbow of emotions, loss, grief, confusion and joy. I'm still not sure what is the next steps in my life, should I change careers or stay ... I find when I start to explore the options but I find an answer. I'm not sure if I'm meant to stay in my current role ... or if I have out grown it ..... but if I leave will I out grown another role. I'm trying to reduce the work outputs and less stress ... more work life balance. Still not sure what is the answer ... 

I've been Mom day care all week, Georgia's day care is on holidays ... most days I'm working in the office half the day and coming home and walking Georgia. We did a special Saratoga beach walk this morning, she loved it. It's still to warm for her to enjoy the park and it was 25 this afternoon. I think is the last of cooler weather. 

I can't wait for Rob to come home tomorrow evening and I am starting to miss the office. Yoga is back next week.