I’m exhausted. This week has been such a sprint as I acclimate to everything that I have going on. For the most part, I’m juggling it well. I read something somewhere about all of our “to-do’s” not being made the same. Some are glass. Some are plastic. When you’re juggling all of these balls, you don’t want to drop any of the glass ones, of course, because that’s such a mess. But if you drop a few plastic ones, everything will be fine. Now that I think about it, I think it was correlating to motherhood? I’m not a mom yet but I like the metaphor and I’ve been thinking about it a lot this week. I don’t believe I have dropped any glass balls– a few plastic ones, absolutely.
My boss (a very chill man) took myself and the other members of our exec team to lunch today for “business.” Which just means we all laughed, talked about potential new revenue avenues, and they drank a lot. It was a good time. I have a solid business mentor to look up to and I’m eternally grateful. My day was a stark contrast to my night spent learning code, trying to absorb as much knowledge, being incredibly new in this world.
I’m grateful for it all– but I’m so very ready for my bed.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.