Tomorrow is the first day on the new job. I’m not nervous or anything, it’s just that it’s going to be the first time in two months that I’ll be back to a normal workday grind. I work only on the weekdays from 7am to 3pm. Not bad at all. I just need to again become a morning person. It’s been over a decade since I had to do that. I remember having to wake early for PT when I attended GMC. Even then I wasn’t a fan. However, I am looking forward to working 15 minutes from home and getting home at a decent time. In leaving work at 3pm it still means that I can run errands and even plan other appointments around that schedule.

Today was a leisurely day. I spent Saturday and Sunday soaking in season two of House of Cards and so I didn’t awaken until almost 2 o’clock today. I attempted to do some more unpacking and getting stuff in order but I feel as though all I really did was take an already neat pile and rearrange it neatly. Eh, I suppose I just need to get back into the swing of things and not beat myself up too much about it.

Now I’m off to get ready for bed. That means reading a little bit and then hopefully going to sleep within an hour. I’m an 8-hours-a-night kind of gal so I know that means going to bed a lot earlier than I’m used to. Let’s hope that there’s adrenaline racing through me in the morning in order to adjust to waking at 5:45am. Until next time…

The poem today is appropriately titled, Moving On. Indeed, that’s exactly what I have and will continue to do.