I couldn’t stay away.
I am not doing well.
And I need therapy.
From my bloggy friends.
I went back to work last week and I’m a mess. A complete and utter mess.
See, the last time I was at my workplace, my life was very different. Happily married, expecting my first baby. About to go on maternity leave.
As I returned to that environment, all those memories came rushing back. And the juxtaposition of old life and new life is too much to handle at times.
I thought I was doing OK, but clearly, I’m not.
I know it will pass, like everything else. But I need an outlet and I had to resurrect the blog. Under a new name. A bit more anonymous than before. I wasn’t comfortable with all that private information being out there. And the six degrees of separation thing just spooks me.
So much to write about.
I met a new man. Taking it very slowly.
More on that soon…