I feel like I was running as fast as I could for so long, beyond the point of exhaustion into muscle memory, heart pumping, legs twitching, muscles aching and then I smashed into a brick wall, like a raindrop hitting a hard surface, transforming from one droplet of water into hundreds. Resting in a hundred little droplets, dazed, I'm slowly reabsorbing, picking up different debris along the way as I gather into a completely different drop of water.
This weight of stress is off of me now. I sleep a lot. I meander most days, not sure what to do with myself. Half-assed looking for jobs. Not sure what industry to pursue let alone where and why. My computer is helping by not loading craigslist. Sigh.
So now I'm off to shower, refocus, and head out to my third night at my new job. A new craft is to be learned, honed, and perfected. I still feel the sting of the last job like a fresh wound, which soon will heal, but in the meantime it's nice to be busy.
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