Overworked

I have physical therapy in the morning but I can't do my exercises tonight like I'm supposed to because as I was packing up and moving things from my room, I pulled a thigh muscle and my right knee started giving me trouble. Lovely.

I can't wait to explain to the woman who told me, "no heavy lifting!" that I totally ignored her advice. In my defense, I don't have much of a choice about it.

Work has been socially draining lately. I'm sad to leave people but it's hard to have people ask daily "when are you leaving?". I've had lunch dates every day this week and the introvert in me is getting a little tired. I'm also starting to think of my last day as super important (exit interview and I actually don't know what time I can legitimately leave since my schedule is kind of....flexible). I don't know why it matters, I mean, I've spent nearly three years here, what's one last day?

Rest

It's surprising how much mental stress can manifest itself in physical ways.

The Hero's Journey

I've been having the hardest time coming to grips with my adulthood. I've more than a little trepidation about my future, and I can't tell if it's regular anxiety or equally regular panic. Nearly three years in a dead-end job, seven years in a no-longer inspiring locale, and a perpetual fear that I'm fooling everyone but myself--I think it's time that I begin anew.

And thus I shall embark on a personal journey to quote-unquote find myself, or at least find what it is inside me that I most want to come out. Maybe I'll find happiness, maybe I'll find contentment, but if I can at least find inspiration, well then...

That's what it's all about.