I'm not yet sure I've fully reached the conclusion of this pity party, but I'm finally starting to see the edges of it. I've not handled the past couple weeks so well.
This new job is big. I knew it was a stretch for me when I took it. But this is so much bigger than I could have imagined. Somedays I manage it. I'm actually quite good at parts of the job. But I am tired in my bones. I'm tired in ways I wasn't sure I could be tired. And then there are the days that I fall short...
I'm a mom of two kids. How on earth could a job tire me more than life as a mom? I mean there are demanding jobs and then there is motherhood. I look at how tired I've been and I really wonder where I got off track. Why am I so down? I've come through so much in the past few years. How could a job be getting to me like this?
Today I caught myself thinking about people at work. I have tentatively begun making work friends, but it is Saturday and these are not people I see on the weekend. I began to obsess about getting back online. To see who was there and if I needed to take care of anything. To have a conversation with someone.
As the day went on I felt worse and worse. I couldn't shake this awful loneliness that seemed to have settled into my bones. Bean even turned to me at one point and started talking about how much she misses her neighbors and cousins. My chest constricted and for the first time in a very long time I had to remind myself that I needed to be strong for my kids. I need them to know that it is okay to miss your friends and family, but this is our home now and everything is okay.
When I am completely and totally wreaked inside? Should I show them how rocked I am by all this? Should I let them see?
And then it hit me. I still haven't made friends here yet. Not the kind of friends that I'm used to having. I have worked a lot. I have been the strong provider and the professional butterfly. I'm learning to network and meet people with purpose.
But I no longer run into people at the grocery store and talk for 5 minutes catching up on their past week. I don't have a church community to keep track of. I don't go to school events where I get to meet my kid's friend's parents. I don't recognize people has I walk down the street.
I'm an isolated person in an isolated corner of the country. And I'm not making it any better by working so much. When was the last time that I went out and met someone new? For reasons other than professional networking? My best guess - 4 months. Definitely before I let work take over my nights in addition to my days.
Time has arrived to start reworking my of hours. I need to get a life.