Yesterday marked the first day to school for of the littles. After drop-off, I came home exhausted. I haven't slept well since coming back from the Storytelling festival Sunday, my dreams incredibly active, centered around dismemberment and burn unit flashbacks. A skin librarian making notes on inventory.
They aren't upsetting but the are confounding, signifying change, shifting ground. I had a lie-down before a conference call about a role in Saudi. It feels a bridge waaay too far and potentially unfair to both the Mid-East and myself.
It's too much, some days. All of this 'normal life.' I am not ever sure I know how to do it.
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