My second to last week of work... feels right. Feels right to be leaving, right to be stopping. Everyone is being very nice, very understanding. I'm just cleaning up a few things, finishing a couple of projects and passing on a couple of others. The dubious virtue of having been sick for most of a year and barely at work for the past few months anyway... there's really nothing big and urgent on my plate. In a way, it's easy to walk away. It's also right. This is the time and the way to go.
So, on the whole actually a pretty good week.
This weekend, on the other hand, is crap. Took an emotional gut punch I wasn't expecting and can't shake it off. Really, someone just made a mistake... but it's someone I care deeply about and the mistake caused a hurt that, like I said, I just can't shake off. You know that feeling? When someone says or does something, without realizing that it's hurtful... but the hurt is so deep it just won't go away? Maybe it's just me. Ah well, life happens. Sometimes you just have to push through.
In other news, I'm wondering if I should keep counting... counting weeks. I think part of me started so that when I woke up all better one day, I could say "I'm all better now... wow that lasted X weeks." Only now, I don't know that expecting that day to come is a good and healthy idea. Maybe I need to just live in the Now.
Either way, I want to keep the blog going. You're not rid of me yet. :)
Onward.
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