Monday was my last day at my job. Gone are the office, the company laptop, the work email, the pending discussions and decisions and negotiations and frustrations. No more office gossip. I went to sleep Monday night, exhausted, but happy and hopeful and feeling that there might just be possibilities around the corner.
I awoke the next morning to vomit. Lots of it. All over the place. My poor sweet second child was lying in his bed covered in the stuff.
So, when I posed the theoretical question, what’s next for me?, the initial answer is upchuck. But I still feel pretty sure there might be possibilities around the corner. Just not the next corner – there are going to be a few blocks to walk before I find the corner with the possibilities. And some of those blocks are going to be a bit mucky.
This website was… how do I say it? Relevant!! Finally I’ve
found something which helped me. Kudos!