I’m writing this in my work office, at my desk for the first time in about six months. The feeling of being back is indescribable, wonderful and uplifting, like having weights lifted from me I knew were there, and almost as many that I didn’t even realise I had. I feel energised, in control, and most of all, and most ironically of all, at home. And the best part? AM target. I hit target at just past 11am, between email tasks now I’ve sorted my email backlog into a workable queue. More, the words themselves were good. It might not be as good as the last couple of days, but the rush of completing it is more than I can put into words. I didn’t dare hope being back in the office would fix my head. Turns out, that’s all I needed. We’ll see if it holds, but I have a sneaking feeling it will.
42 days to go until we hit the 1K1K milestone. It’s strange to think that this saga began for me at least leaving the office on day 538, and now four hundred and twenty days later, it feels like none of it even happened. I can live with that.
Also 420. Nice.