Do you ever wake up and feel like pulling the covers over your head? Just cutting off the alarm like you never heard it, and pretending that work, at least for that day, doesn’t exist. Or you wish to go running through the trees and flowers to a quiet place, so you can sit for a little while and see what thoughts come to mind… That is how I sometimes feel, and today is one of those days.
I love Boyfriend and I am grateful that I got to switch my schedule to be home with him yesterday when he went for oral surgery. I like spending time with him. I also like my job, most of the time, and I like my co-workers. Here comes the buts… I am tired of our small, 650 square foot apartment which has served us and our cat as well as it could for almost three years. I don’t like being the first person people see when they walk into our department’s open-spaced office. I also wish for the days I could do my work in a library or coffee shop on days like this, rather than 10 hours in an old, dark, mostly windowless building, though I am so grateful for my hour lunch during which I am writing this post.
Usually, these feelings are brought on by something. I think, in this case, I am anxious and concerned about the ending of our lease in July, the limited housing market in our area that allows for a nice home and a few acres, and the time I have in a week to help Boyfriend figure this out.
I have to believe that things will work out for the best and in our favor.
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