Remember that whole 30 day leave idea? I was never sure 30 days would be enough time to rest and recover from what felt like overwhelming fatigue. Turns out I was both right and wrong.
Except for that one week trip to Savannah, I pretty much spent the month of November sleeping. And when I wasn't sleeping, I was lounging in my pajamas. I had envisioned yoga classes and mornings at the gym, but I was so exhausted I could barely make decisions. Aside from weekly therapy, I barely left the house.
I also took the time to really clean all the drama out of my life. People, organizations, volunteer work; if it caused unnecessary drama, I walked away from it. And that decision took me to some unexpected places, but I don't regret it for a moment.
The last week of November was the first time I felt awake, and it would have been my first week back at work. Yes, I felt better, but I hadn't done anything to build myself up again. I was rested, and now I had the energy to leave the house and go to the gym, but I wasn't really better. Not by a long shot.
Now I'm a few weeks into December and I can breathe again. I have a leisurely daily routine that starts at the gym and finishes with whatever errands are needed that day. I've discovered that my identity has always been closely tied with my job, so having no job was terrifying at first. I couldn't figure out who I was. My stop gap solution is to focus on being healthy; mind, body and soul, and see where that takes me.
I don't have a goal, and that's scary, because I'm a goal driven girl. But I am finding a sense of peace in figuring out who I am and what I like to do. I think everyone could benefit from a little more rest and peace in their life.
