Tomorrow is the beginning of the rest of my life.
It’s weird isn’t it? How as a young person in my twenties, I still feel like September is the ‘new year’ rather than January.
I still expect to be able to turn my life around and make a new name for myself; start afresh on new projects, promise myself new resolutions and pick up everything that kind of got lost in the summer heat and finally complete it.
September – in school and after school – feels like the beginning of term, and tomorrow, for me, it is.
After six weeks signed off work, I’m starting a fancy new job tomorrow with a fancy new title and a fancy new company.
I’ve planned my outfit, showered and might put some fake nails on to pretend to my new colleagues that I’m not a horrific nail biter and have child-like hands.
But there’s no bag to pack, no stationery to organise and set out neatly, no new accessories to prepare and it just all feels a bit
I left my previous job because of an awful workforce, and since I’ve done very little. Time has had no consequence to me for six whole weeks; there’s been no deadlines, no commute, no early wake ups. It’s like I’m heading back to school.
I think it’s going to be exhausting. I’ve probably only seen about 10 people I know in the past six weeks and I haven’t been out of the house for more than a few hours at a time. So to head back to slaving over the 9-5:30, as well as a commute, is gonna be a tough adjustment. Not only that, but conversing? Speaking to people? Learning? It’s practically unheard of round these parts.
But, like the end of a school summer holidays, I think it’s going to be great to get back into a routine. I feel I’ll be more focused on evenings, and less hard on myself when I just want to relax. I’ll be getting exercise on my commute, and eating properly. Things will become ~normal~ again.
I’ve made new friends in this time off and re-connected with old ones, learnt who not to give my attention to and who really cares.
And now I’m ready for the next chapter.
We’ll see how it goes, ey?