I am feeling better after my little emotional wobbly this morning. It ws a realisation that I have let go a little (not fully) and I think it hit me hard. This entry will be about today's GALing.
I was shaken by the tears this morning so I (I know, I know) saw a psychic at lunch. You can find most anything in London if you have an hour on a train and a smart phone. If nothing else it reassured me, much as you all do here, that I am on the right path for me. Other than that work was uneventful ... work saved me post BD. It was the only thing I had that made me feel valued. It was a good distraction. Today, and pretty much all days for a while now, it has been .... fun. Yes, it is high pressured, there is a lot of FFS being said and stand-offs in meetings, but there is also a lot of banter and a lot of laughter. As H has the girls tonight, I had a few drink with an ex-colleague and then went and had a facial. My skin feels great. My head, slightly less great.
The ex-colleague sat next to me at my last company when BD happened. He saw it all unfold and the shattered mess I was at the time. Tonight it was great to spend two hours with him again laughing about H's antics ("you CAN'T go on holiday without the children", "are you going out AGAIN" and that damn stupid camera). I so love that I can laugh at H's idiocy, his double standards and his attempts to assert control over me.
