I don’t think I’m as recovered as I thought. Every afternoon of this long weekend, I sleep, and then wake up for dinner. And then I go back to bed early and sleep some more. Wake up late. At first, I thought it might have been an oncoming flu–but no. There are no flu symptoms. Just an overwhelming exhaustion.
I’ve been working hard these last couple of weeks. At my job, and at finishing up my thesis. Been working fulltime. Waking up at 6am, driving in to the City, coming home past dinnertime. I like my job, it’s no form of torture to do this. I had no idea that it was taking so much out of me though.
But of course, now I hit the last stage of my recovery…the land of secrets. I don’t want to tell people I’m lagging at all. My life is fully engaged, and I don’t want it to let up, I’m sick of being sick. I’ve been offered a fulltime job by my boss, post-graduation. I’ll be starting fulltime, January 2. “I want to know that if I need you at work, you’ll be here–I’m asking a big thing, to put work first.”
Yes. I took a fulltime job. I’ll make the time to write, I always have.
But I don’t want to let on how much this is taking out of me. After all, I’ll be fully recovered eventually, won’t I? And then this whole nagging exhaustion won’t be such a big deal.