So I've entered the real world again; you know, where people actually work and wake up before noon. It's nice to be back. I think... I'll let you know.
I am booked... all week. My planner has actual items listed on it for each day. It's so strange and yet feeling so familiar. I hope I will adjust quickly. I also hope that I can remain the human being I've worked so hard to cultivate versus the human doing I used to be.
Time for bed now, because tomorrow, I have things to do that don't appear on my check list as 'consider moving to New York' (check) or 'do independent research on foreign cheeses' (half of a check).