I sent this to my therapist before I saw her this week. I actually don’t hate it. I know she sees stuff long before I do. Just like I sometimes see things in others before they do. And they do in me.
It’s been a week of recharging my batteries before I head into the busiest stretch at work, which will last for months.
I originally went back into the workforce because I knew I needed to rub shoulders with people who saw the world differently than I do. I needed to stretch and grow.
I mentioned to a friend the other day that hadn’t I been stretched enough? She replied, “Well, you’re not dead yet.”
~ Hope
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