December has been a foggy month. Between the rush of job interviewing, negotiations and managing offers, the crash that came after the ink dried on the offer letter left me wanting to do nothing but sleep.
So slept I did. In the midst of holiday preparations and closing out projects while preparing for the transition. Sleep came surprisingly easily.
Strange things happen to your brain and your body when one finds themselves unraveling. Though your brain can still be going a million miles an hour, you also can feel like you're moving through molasses. To those outside observing, one may simply seem out of sorts. But the reality is so much is happening underneath the surface.
The past couple of days have marked a need to reravel. The news of loss (really Universe? It had to be both Carrie Fisher and George Michael within days of one another?) combined with my birthday and finally the urgency with my family to make amends with my grandmothers (apparently they are both on borrowed time) has forced to resurface from the fog I've been in. Be it very reluctantly. I know there's still more healing to do; the hours spent knitting, reading, reflecting and dozing haven't fully cleared my head.
But that will have to be for another time.
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