Back in the Saddle @okcorral

Returned to the OK Corral in early October. Hence maybe why I went dark on you. 

Many o comments to ease back into it. Or just delay and keeping lounging. It being work, life, et al. Lest my husband knows me well. He knew when I needed a nudge, push or kick in the pants. One of the reasons I married him. He was - shall we say supportive - that I get back to work sooner than later.

The Intern. At Work. 

So in the ETERNAL words of RuPaul: You gotta wrrrrrrk!!! 

Many a friend asked me how work was being about the whole shindig. In a word, Amazeballs. But I knew that was going to be the case. When I went on maternity leave with Nelson, the impression on return was a great big hug. And the return was : Big Hug, The Sequel.

I am quite aware most workplaces don't feel this way. And quite frankly,  ever day ain't like that. It's called work for a reason, right? But when u step back and say 30% of a day is at work; and the most important ingredient is WHO you work with, when there. Do we fight for what we believe in like cats and dogs from staffing to comma placement and line breaks to image choices? You bet. Passionate and creative. Do we fight over stoopid Shit too? You bet. That's like family. That's why the hugs feel so good.

First two weeks back were just lots of big love. Just mellow chit chat, catch up. Energy level high. Chest nerve pain present but manageable and then subsided. I was so happy. Next few weeks, folks realize you are back. Start to ask questions like you have answers.  Oh hardy har har. Getting tired easily. Running off of stored up reserves of rest. And then by Halloween week even Tsunami Tommy admitted I had officially over did it. Oops. At least he was paying attention. 

The Intern. At Rest.

Then the reality sets in. You stepped off your super highway and now you are merely an observer on the shoulder watching it pass by. How did you do that before? Do you want to step back on the conveyer belt? The Ah-Ha from a couple posts previous stays as-is. As in, same A Train, same values. But keep our lifestyle choices the same? Not so sure.  Example: getting out the door "on time" in the morning or dashing to get your kids for pick up = stress. Then I heard this quote which clicked it together: it's not work life balance. It's life balance. Good one, eh? 

And then I realized I am being a bit hard on myself. I actually thought of you, my beloved, devoted readers. You'd seriously remind me I had heart surgery four months ago. The concept of getting my blood tested weekly and tweaking meds and my diet weekly is having a small eroding effect so I can't fully move forward. I thought I was supposed to be recovered by month three. Oops again.