November has been a month of mixed emotions. In fact, I could easily say that the six
weeks starting November 1 have been hell. I started back to work. The routine has been
It has been great to be surrounded by so many supportive people. Having said that, there have been countless challenges
and changes. Many people have left our
branch for one reason or another. None
of these departures were expected – meaning I never expected them nor were
there rustlings or rumours.
For me, this has been a year of emotions being close to the
surface. It takes very little for the
tears to flow. The loss of some of my
workmates has been just that – another loss in my life. It takes a period of time for me to process
this loss and park it where it belongs.
I am not sure if I am doing a good job of that but I soldier onwards.
My body let me down health wise. My headspace was nothing but fog. My thyroid was out of whack, my blood sugar
was high and I had bronchitis. I was so
tired and without fail the headaches emerged every day. Marry my physical self with the emotional
self and I was a mess. Would it ever
end? And Christmas is coming…
It was not until the week of December 12 did I feel I was
getting some energy back.
Christmas has been another challenge for me. In all honesty there were times when I just
wanted to drop the F bomb and say F $%&K Christmas but in my heart of
hearts and my little Ron voice told me this was wrong. What to do did not come easy. I struggled with reliving Thanksgiving, which
was very difficult for me, and finding a compromise so the kids did not feel
like I just gave up. I also did not want
to ignore Christmas as it was Ron’s favourite time of year. Thinking Christmas, listening to Christmas
and seeing Christmas pop up around Victoria and the office was paralyzing
me. Christmas was coming whether I liked
it or not.
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