I was once told that thoughts are energy and words are power. In this blog, I'm putting my story into words. Here, I'll talk about what it's like to grow up with and live with simple partial epilepsy. Hopefully I can give insight to those who don't live with it and can give a sense of camaraderie to those who do.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Working Girl
I rub at my tired eyes, checking the corners for crusties or eye boogers. It's almost 10 and I can finally succumb to the yawns that have followed me all afternoon. I'm beginning to understand that I'm not on a holiday from my largely solitary days, but rather have started a new chapter, one that promises to be long and fulfilling. I can't believe that it was only three days ago that I walked into Target Plaza South to pick up my temporary badge and file through security to the Business Analyst training room. I have a job. A real job. A good job. A job I already like. The months and months I spent writing and healing were amazing, but eventually I began to feel better and my calm turned into restlessness into guilt over not being productive in the way I wanted. Now I am, every day forward from this past Monday. I keep thinking to myself, oh, I'll do that tomorrow at home, but I don't have full days at home anymore. At least not during the week. I'm understanding that I need to remember how to be productive with my nights, fitting in a workout, dinner, some tv, Skyping with John, dishes and life maintenance before bedtime at ten pm. I'm learning. I'm tired, I feel a little behind with life, but I'm happy.
Labels:
jobs,
life,
recovery,
relationships,
writing
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I'm glad you have a job. I know it's difficult yet awesome at the same time. I feel that way myself! Good luck!
ReplyDeleteBeing engaged with works is really nice as a part of life. I always desire to lead a life busy working and it will be a great enjoyment if you really involve in it.
ReplyDeleteAs long as you are happy with what you do, you are never tired.
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