A week of vacation. For ten days, I didn’t walk through the door of my office. It wasn’t difficult, and I was still connected. Through the wonders of the Droid, I was able to keep my finger on the pulse of the most important issues. Yes, I checked my emails and returned a few calls while I was on vacation. It didn’t take that much time, and it certainly eased my mind not being in the dark about what is going on. As in other areas of my life, the NOT knowing is much worse than actually dealing swiftly with issues as they arise. Even though I had been in touch with work, I still felt uneasy all day yesterday as I imagined a “shit storm” upon my return. My mind tossed and turned all sorts of scenarios over in preparation for the worst when I walked back through the doors this morning. Thankfully, all of the worry was unfounded. Everything was fine. Yes, I am behind in my work, and it will take a few days to catch up, but all in all, it appears that the world can still continue to turn without me seated behind my desk. Lesson learned. I need MORE vacations!
One week was not enough. It took most of that one week to simply begin to relax. I had it down pat by the end of the week, though. Ponytails and no makeup. Wake up and throw on something loose and comfortable. I loved that. This morning, as I dressed for work, I longing eyed my gauzy beach dress hanging sadly in my closet. I knew we would miss each other today. That gauzy $12 dress and I had a good thing going. Add a pair of squishy flip flops, and I would have been set for the day.
I’m also proud to say that I missed reading today! I may bring a book to work tomorrow. I can quickly wolf down my food and read during my lunch hour. I’ll close my door and prop my feet up on my desk. (Once again, I am wishing for a giant dog bed under my desk! How perfect would that be??? Although, I might need to use a flashlight to read under there.) Currently, I am reading Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer. Those of you who read my OTHER blog may remember my fascination with Henry and Anais Nin. The fascination has continued, but it is quickly going downhill the more I learn about these two characters. I have begun a blog post about Henry and Anais, but it’s not ready yet. It’s one of those subjects that I need to worry and ponder over a bit. I’ll just say this. Henry, while he may have been a passionate, talented man, was a DOG. Anais, well, I do believe she loved him deeply, but that love destroyed her decency. She lost herself in a love that was so very wrong for her. She cared more for Henry than herself. As I said, Henry was a DOG, so he took and took all that she offered. If she destroyed her character in the process of loving him, well….not HIS fault.
Tropic of Cancer is purely ugly. It’s a train wreck. I wish I could stop reading it, but I can’t. I will chug along through the ugliness until the bitter (most likely!) end. I despise the word cunt. HATE IT. It is the worst word in the world, and I’m not sure that I have ever actually uttered it more than once or twice in my life. Henry uses the word liberally. He would just as soon use that horrible word than the word woman. He used it interchangeably. Think of a sentence using the word woman. Now, substitute the horrible “C” word, and you’re Henry Miller! Ugh and YUCK. Maybe I should think of such a horrible word and use it to describe men! 🙂 Anyway….I will finish the damn book and soon, because next in line is an Alice Hoffman book.
As if the first day back to work wasn’t enough of a shock to my system, it was also Lola’s birthday today. She is EIGHT years old! I had planned a quiet night of pizza and pie. No cake for my Lola. She doesn’t like sweets. Instead of the quiet night I had envisioned, we ended up with a houseful for dinner and dessert. Lola invited half of the family today while I was at work. That’s OK. I ordered a bunch of pizza, and stopped by the bakery for a cake for those of us who DO LIKE SWEETS. Lola had a great night with all of her little girl cousins. It was good to see her being the BIG GIRL for a change. She may be the baby of our family, but she is the oldest of the second crop of cousins, as we call them.
So, yes, I am “Back in the Grind” today. Nothing at work has changed, including the stress. It was right there waiting for me. Something did change, though. Me. I am changing. Finally, I am changing. Maybe I am…something felt different. There has been some kind of internal shift inside of me.
Or, maybe I am not changing at all. Maybe I am just learning to allow life to sweep me along in the daily tide of living. Maybe I am learning to stop kicking and screaming about the things I can’t change. It is what it is.