Honu perspective...

Today was my first 8-hour day of full-time work.

Well, except that one day I worked after maternity leave 11 years ago...  and 15 years of full-time before that.  

By the way… I was required to work that one day following my maternity leave in order to give my resignation in person to my Manager; he wouldn’t accept it otherwise. Personally, I think he just wanted to see me smile when I said “Goodbye!” But back to the point.

Which was… ? Uhh… saying goodbye ... not really, but we’ll go with that since I’ve had to do that recently. Friday was extremely challenging. The morning brought much sadness after boot camp. Then my blog loss (which proved to be far more painful than frustrating as I previously blogged.) It ripped the heart right outta me. Honestly, I knew it was the only hour available to blog for the whole weekend (saving time for my boys) – shockingly it coincided with having something clever, creative and caring to say. So when it rudely disappeared (without saying goodbye), the fullness of words from my deep thoughts and aching expressive heart were suddenly… negative LOST! 

These are my honu in negative.

 

Not like my perspective… tssk!

{ Hey, it’s still (barely) Not Me Monday, right? }

In fact, it wasn’t me. Truth is... my boys (one of them anyway) took this photo. 

They both like surprising me with special photos on the camera.  This time I downloaded the camera card ~ voilà I found my beautifully honu expressed in negative view.

Hummph.  Ohh how I resembled my sweet honu. Downright grumpy. Sadly irritated. Uhh extremely agitated.

I'm better now though.  I think.   That reminds me, I was talking about my first day.   

As much as today was full of firsts: · first day of the work week

· first day of my new job

· first snow of the season (well, that began Sunday)

· first snow days - no school

· first day of boyz at Mapleleaf daycare (but their dad took ‘em instead, yeah.) Friday was the day of… lasts: · last day of boot camp · last day of work at old job · last day of being home when my boys get off the school bus · last day of the last week of workouts with King And on that day of “lasts” two very dear friends left town for the entire weekend . . . leaving me alone to weather the chill of this horrible storm (literally, there was a snow storm).

I don't like cold weather.

I don't like snow.

I don't like to feel cold.

This weekend started cold, became colder, and was the coldest when closing the chapter on many good things.

I like my new job. 

I miss King G and our workouts.

I like the people at work.

I miss my friend (a lot).

I like that my boys had fun in the snow.

I miss watching them (through the window... staying warm) 

I like that there's a kitchen at work; a hot water spigot.

I miss Starbucks around the corner [skip that, they are on every corner]

 I wish it was summer -- I miss the 80-90 degree weather!

   A whole new perspective.

HonuGirl