It’s been an oddly transitory week.
Friday marked my last day in php/iop. Insurance thought I’d made enough progress to be done, and rather than prolong the inevitable and going the self-pay route, I decided that stepping down was the move for me. So I said goodbye to Josh and the rest of my family at Rogers (hi everyone!!) and moved on.
Transition is always something. Sometimes it’s hard. It’s always interesting. This time it wasn’t hard, per say… at least it hasn’t been hard yet. It’s still early. Friday night was quiet, I was a little tearful because goodbyes are difficult for me. The weekend went well: we spent some time with family- Matt had a cousin in town who was running from Hurricane Irma- and I spent some time with friends, which as wonderful because they were missed. We spent Monday with Matt’s cousin before she made her way back to Florida… and then Monday came.
It’s been a transitory week. Monday I went to meet with my regular therapist – which was both good and nerve wracking because I haven’t seen her in two months.
As I was walking into her office, I got a phone call from my old employer. Offering me a job – my old position, in a different department. Working on the academic side versus working on the student affairs side.
So that’s where we are now. I haven’t made a decision yet – I need to talk to the person who will be my supervisor. I have some concerns… mostly about making sure I can leave for class and to go to my appointments; because let’s be very serious- I’ve come way too far forward to backslide now. And as much as I’d love to have a job right now, I need to take care of myself.
Because at the end of the day, I’m what matters.
it's a delicate struggle 