And I'm not even stoned
Having identity issues lately. Am I the same person I was a year ago? Two years ago? Ten? I met up with Heather last week, and it was great to see her after so many years (almost 11!) and I found myself thinking- am I being 'me'? I think I definitely spend too much time worrying about it.
Tonight, though, I got myself working on some rosettes and signage for tomorrow instead of sitting and panicking about the heat interfering with crafting. And doing that is so unlike me, yet I felt more like myself than I have in weeks. I love my job, but it does leave me wiped, and my shifts haven't fallen in the friendliest of manners so far. I'm looking forward to vacation in a new light.
But it goes back to- is the person my workmates are meeting, 'me'? Existential crisis. :P
Tonight, though, I got myself working on some rosettes and signage for tomorrow instead of sitting and panicking about the heat interfering with crafting. And doing that is so unlike me, yet I felt more like myself than I have in weeks. I love my job, but it does leave me wiped, and my shifts haven't fallen in the friendliest of manners so far. I'm looking forward to vacation in a new light.
But it goes back to- is the person my workmates are meeting, 'me'? Existential crisis. :P