back to the grind . . .

Although I never stopped working during the two months of stay at home orders, work sure looked different.

Life sure looked different.

And it’s not as if it’s back to normal at all yet, that’s certainly true.

But this week, where I live, restaurants are opening and businesses are turning their closed signs to open and I am getting texts from clients and setting up meetings.

I have to admit, it feels weird.

The smallest amount of human interaction makes me tired. No way could I jump into the former pace of stacking (gasp!) three meetings back to back. Who have I become?

I’ve had hints all along that I was more of an introvert than I realized and surely more of one than most people would believe. But this season has produced the biggest evidence in my life to reinforce that truth.

Turns out I might just be alright living alone in a house when my kids grow themselves into adults and I am left to my own devices.

After wearing leggings and sweatpants exclusively, it felt downright odd to put on “regular” clothing to leave my house. I felt over the top and excessive when I put on earrings, a bracelet AND a necklace. Settle down, Lacey – no need to get so fancy. It’s just a meeting.

And then, what about manners? How do I interact with humans to whom I have no relation? Also, and this one is for real, how do you greet one another these days?

Working exclusively at home for weeks upon weeks, allowing myself the freedom to follow distractions like a squirrel, knowing everything around me was going on at a snail’s pace, if at all; it has not done me any favors.

I am a work weakling.

My productivity is low and I congratulate myself if I update my website’s social media feeds and it’s worth high fives with my kids if I finish folding my own laundry within a week of washing it and I am not sure under what rock I can find my motivation again.

So, yeah, we’re off to a rough start over here.

When I leave the house it’s as if the strongest sort of magnet is located inside of me and is actively and steadily working to draw me back from whence I came. Home.

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