Here I am, a week later. Full of sleepiness. Full of excuses. Full of definitely not myself.
But I do have a good reason for my absence. Two Saturdays ago I received a call at 11 am.
I was offered a job. And I took it. Without thinking (much).
They wanted me to start ASAP, which meant this Monday. But due to my last remaining graduate school final, I started Tuesday after signing the papers officially on Monday- after said final.
I didn't want to announce anything to anyone before I signed the HR papers. And then I started working and have been so exhausted I completely conk out within minutes of getting home.
So here I am.
After my last graduate school finals.
Before my official graduation.
After my first official week as a Mental Health Counselor.
A few days before my 24th birthday.
First time on the computer since last Saturday (no lie).
Completely pooped- physically, mentally, spiritually.
And here I go. To sleep. Before 9 PM on a Friday night. And I have no problem admitting that.