I should be sleeping but I have to finish the reflections I started a couple of months ago, as tomorrow is the day I return to work.
I hoped tomorrow hadn't crept up so soon.
Am I ready to return to work? The tangible things aside (my lunch, extra utensils for my desk, a dozen chocolate chip cookies for the coworkers), I'm as prepared mentally as I figured I allowed myself. I refuse to be ready to return, but aim for "adequately anxious".
Despite having an infant in the house, I actually have been extremely lucky to have been able to sleep in on most occasions, even after being rudely awoken at 4am. This past week alone I haven't been up before 9am; I don't know if I can get up at 6:30 every morning from now on.
It is what is it.
I hope that I have the strength to balance my life from hereon in. Work. School. Family. A work-life balance will mean a lot more to me than it ever will, and I hope I don't lose perspective on what really counts in life.