I’ve done less this past week (outside of work) than ever before, and maybe it’s getting to me. I could do laundry (ugh) or look more than I have for an apartment (more than halfhearted, but less than a full effort so far)
I’m somewhat enjoying the rest, the relaxation, but I’m feeling restless.
I’m still adjusting, and I’m not the only one doing so. Because of this, I find myself keeping somewhat quiet, trying to stay inconspicuous. I’m biting back some of the comments, I’m holding back, when I should be letting go and enjoying my freedom.