It seems the wheels of change are in motion…I did not consciously decide this, it was just a feeling thats crept up on me almost as quietly as August issued it’s first autumnal whispers …(already)
I’ve now been working flat for a rather famous concern since about February when I was informed by the College of Occupational therapists…..
Now it is August I have had lots of time not doing essays, not being chained to a deadline and to earn some money.
I’ve had work with no responsibilty, well at least that I could hand over at the end of the day. I’ve worked with old colleagues and met up with friends, been able to spend far too long on social networking sites and have very very many very very late nights.
I’ve been able almost to work whatever shift pattern I like and pretty much have had a delirious, carefree time albeit working like a dawg simultaneously.
This week I suddenly went into a sort of melt down and into the world of circadian-rhythms- gone wrong. I’ve been feeling really flat, like..depressed almost?? I couldn’t work it out. I thought I was ailing or something, palpitations were occuring and I was caught in some kind of mid-flight panic about staying awake and keeping going or surrendering to a sleep coma.
In the end it turned out to be several long and short sleeps taken as required over a few days I took off work. I just simply knew I couldn’t do it and had to stay away so I took three days off-doesn’t seem much, but enough to give me time to recover from this really numb, unfeeling, flat feeling.
I realise that beyond the summer and my impending trip to Canada
I have no more carefree plans, it will be Autumn when I return, which will rapidly descent into winter (and if it’s anything like last winter it will be a challenge even for a snow pixie like me)
It seems like time to roll out the next phase. Practice as an Occupational Therapist for real. Get out my books, revisit things and apply for some jobs / join up to that whole-big-thing-careerjob-doodah.
I’m going to start, however by attending a voluntary service overseas event, never one to settle for anything easy…
I could end up issuing toilet seats yet, but it won’t be for want of trying to do something exotic and if it comes to that I will do it in style. Of course. I will be esteemed for my toilet seat fitting finesse.
Before all this I want to evaluate all the lovely things I have experienced in my few months of freedom with an alphabet list so here goes: ( this may be slow to materialise as I have to reflect somewhat)