I had one earlier this week, in between fever dreams and bouts of impostor syndrome. For a beautiful moment I had peace with the career I’m returning to on Monday.
Then it vanished and I felt terror. But hope springs eternal, so maybe I’ll get another sweet taste of relief.
Truth is, when I’m actually doing the work, I’m fine. But when I leave I fear the failure I’m not experiencing. Which sucks because by definition, when I leave, I’m at home relaxing.
Maybe it’s just that this was such an extremely shitty week, I can’t help but expect disaster. I think I’m recovered by now. I do better at work/life balance, as I do with most things, when I’m not heaving my guts out. Who knew.