Return to Routine

Back to work and as much as I am reticent to admit, the routine feels good. Feels purposeful. Full of meaning. I feel like a fucking almost normal person again.

Holidays normally descend into a bender and with the vacation days I took plus my personal life being burned to the ground, I'm glad I have a reason to not be out all hours of the night now.

Being back with co-workers and clients does mean I have to face those awkward moments when people ask how the time off was, I clearly seem emotionally drained...and I'm not wearing my wedding ring.....but the benefit of having a purpose during the day again helps immensely in some quiet way.

It is as I knew it would be.
Colossal and jagged.
Apart.