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I edit my notice and change the word ‘quit’ to ‘sabbatical’. Taking a sabbatical is common practice in the Spire, and I think more people will understand my need if I phrase it that way.
I live a cyclical life. I go to work, I come home overwhelmed, I try to get rid of some of the weight dragging me down, and then I head to work the next day. Because I don’t completely refresh during the night, I knew it would catch up with me eventually.
spyren.
Most people want sad memories; they’re the ones with the most impact.
I think I’ve forgotten where everyone else ends and I begin.
But right now, I’m jobless. My job is supposed to be my purpose. Without it, what am I?
I want to make friends?”
“They don’t know how to act around me
His work felt like a secret when I first sat down, a moment we shared together. Selfishly, I want his work to remain between us, but I know what the crowd’s attention must mean to him as an artist. I hurry back to my apartment, shame spreading through me.
I wonder if my children would have the ability and, if so, if it’s my responsibility to bear children.
After three days of not touching the sand, I feel so good it’s frightening.
Memories are of the past and that’s where they should stay.
I’ve found I have a limit for social interaction and it’s one I take seriously.
Emotions are like wild animals. They need prey. Why am I always the prey?
I prefer the physical toll to the mental toll. At least I know my body will get used to the harness.
“You’re a fast learner and you’re able to put up with me, so clearly, it’s the job and not you. I don’t think you’d quit something if it wasn’t worth quitting.
Maybe that doesn’t make me an end … maybe it makes me a beginning.
I like her reactions to the things I tell her.
“Well you’d better get used to it. I’m planning on dragging you around with me everywhere I go.” I grin. “I’d like that.”
I want to watch and be helpful, but not get in the way.
While it means I enjoy less of his company, I’m so proud of his success.
I’m learning it’s a fickle thing, this balance of happiness and reality. Signed, one who is beginning to understand
she tells me she’s proud of me.
puts an arm around my shoulder. I lean into him, breaking some barrier we were hiding behind,
Life is so much easier with the help of others.
“Does he love you?”
Somewhere deep inside me is a little girl who has been waiting for her mother to come home.
