Anxiety Too Soon
I feel the time run
Needles dropping from the tree
Every day faster
Six days, then back on the pile
Breaking rocks with my chain gang
I’m having my first real pangs of anxiety about going back to work. I’m trying to isolate the part that I dread most. It’s not the kids. After five years, I can handle kids. I don’t always like them, but I can handle them. For me, I think it’s the repetitive nature of the whole thing. I know exactly what’s going to happen when I get back…and for the rest of the year. Sure, there may be some new little bit of crap to do that the administration has cooked up over the break, but the safe money is always on that. There’s no suspense or tension. There’s no waiting to find out if you got the big account, or if the client liked the product. There are no important meetings to prepare for and feel nervous about. I don’t wonder if the next rock is going to be softer or harder than the last one.
Enjoy the rest of your break. Really.