My vacation ended with me going back to work still sick. Not exactly the most restful way to return.Last week, a coworker told me that I looked like Rene Russo from the movie, Outbreak. The next day, I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror and realized that he was right. Something about the natural light really brought out the worst. My coworkers then thought it would be hilarious to put a picture of Rene Russo from Outbreak on my computer. It was hilarious, so I left it there.
But these past two weeks since returning from vacation have seemed really challenging. This business of helping people wears on the soul at times.And it’s only Tuesday.
I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Last week, I thought, when I start feeling better, this other feeling of unrest will go away.It didn’t.
At the end of today’s work day, I was chatting with my supervisor and knowing that I was already home with the girls, she said, Go enjoy your kids.And I thought, I don’t know if I can.
And not because of them. Because of me. Because I had nothing else to give to anyone today.I sat around for a bit, lingered on the internet, spaced out on the couch while supervising homework, ate some chips.
I finally got up and started picking up the house. I swept the salt off our front steps, emptied out the trash in my car, started dinner.
This return to normalcy, this routine of taking care of my family, brought me peace. The girls and I sat down to a dinner of tomato soup and cheese quesadillas, and my heart felt calm. And now, listening to the hum of the dishwasher while the girls are cozy by the Christmas tree reading books, I feel content.I often forget those things that help me keep it together. I get frantic and caught up. I forget my truths.
Today, these simple acts brought me back to my life outside of work, my real life.I don’t know if I will wake up tomorrow feeling the same peace.
But tonight, I have it.