On my mind I wish I had something profound to share with you this week, but all I can express is relief. Relief, because I made it through three months of hell while my metro station was closed for construction. I SURVIVED. My commute to work went from 30-35 minutes to more than hour, because instead of taking one smooth line, I was taking a jumble of buses and shuttles to another metro station. Valuable sleep time, breakfast time, brain processing time, making dinner time, chores time—gone. I was reduced to rushing into the office when I had early morning shifts running our social media accounts or our homepage because of being caught in traffic and coming home exhausted at the end of the night after waiting around for a bus to show up for me. It was not pretty. My anxiety did not appreciate it.
Getting back on track
Getting back on track
Getting back on track
On my mind I wish I had something profound to share with you this week, but all I can express is relief. Relief, because I made it through three months of hell while my metro station was closed for construction. I SURVIVED. My commute to work went from 30-35 minutes to more than hour, because instead of taking one smooth line, I was taking a jumble of buses and shuttles to another metro station. Valuable sleep time, breakfast time, brain processing time, making dinner time, chores time—gone. I was reduced to rushing into the office when I had early morning shifts running our social media accounts or our homepage because of being caught in traffic and coming home exhausted at the end of the night after waiting around for a bus to show up for me. It was not pretty. My anxiety did not appreciate it.