But the other thing I did was finish one of two shorts I was doing during my time off. That felt pretty good, especially when I realized that it was done, and I liked the ending (even if it was sad). But having something, however small, crossed off my list feels good.
I'm overwhelmed. I wasn't ready to go back to work. My commute makes me miserable. I have a few too many projects on my plate. I want my Mommy, although she left on Monday.
But there's light at the end of the tunnel, and I have decided to cut my hair. That's progress too.
