There is something comforting in purpose. A rightness. I'm a bit surprised, but I'm actually anxious to get back to work, although maybe at a slightly less frantic pace. There are other itches surfacing too, from other parts of my life, like that feeling that it is time for some thrills, and to reconnect with people.
Here's what I want:
I want to go for long runs in the woods, and to listen to this song a bunch of times.
I want to make unlikely things, improbable things.
I want to ride my bike, and go kayaking, and shopping. Yes, even shopping with friends, something as sort of mundane as that, is something I'm looking forward to. I haven't seen my family in a long time. I owe my grandma some dates.
I want to get back to having adventures. I want my friends to play hooky and do some fun stuff with me. I want the perfect balance of not feeling that crazy pressure that sort of wrecks me physically now, but always having something in the pipeline, and managing to have fun and stay connected too.