I got out of bed today.
The phone rang early this morning with a sub job, and after a week of family stuff, anticipatory mourning, travelling, eating too much food and generally avoiding my routines, I accepted the job.
And it is amazing how inspirational that is.
I haven't felt like myself for the last couple of weeks - I think winter does that to lots of people. And it would have been REALLY easy to cocoon in bed until about noon. But I am glad that I didin't.
Taking the job meant moving from bed to car in 20 minutes. It's not a great way to start a day: the shower is rushed, the hair doesn't get blown, makeup is non-existent. Yet, while I was running into the school in a futile attempt to be on time, the sun was peeking out bringing some much needed warmth, I felt a sense of purpose, and the lure of routine settled over me in such a way that I found myself very grateful to be working.
So today was a couple small steps back to myself and a few extra degrees outside. Good things. Very good things.
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