You win some, you lose some.

Well.

It's been a rough transition back into the work-world.

And so I'm transitioning back out.

Due to a combination of factors, the most significant of which was my family needing more of me than I'm currently able to give while simultaneously meeting work obligations, I have chosen to remove the work obligations from the table. My family needs me most.

I'm not exactly sure what the near future will look like, though I imagine it will be a little bit like last year: I'm eager for serious advancement on a variety of projects currently awaiting time and brain-space, plenty of trips to the park with my children, and much less stress.

I'm anticipating cooking vegetables again and going to the grocery store and walking into Target every once in a while instead of only being able to squeeze in the drive-up.

I'm planning to sit with my sister and her new baby (soon to be born!) in the new year.

I'm dreaming about some time consuming house projects that seem reasonable, if I'm the only one in the house for several hours each day.

I'm ready to get the summer clothes put away and find the missing box of Halloween PJs and locate the box of Christmas books....even if it is past Christmas by the time I do it.

It was a difficult decision. It was the right decision for right now. (Also, it was the right decision to go back to work in the first place. My time in my workplace served a purpose. Perhaps many purposes. But at least one purpose that I can name. That purpose has been fulfilled.)

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