As the months pass since I left grad school, I feel like I am gradually becoming myself again. I didn't even realize I wasn't myself until I started to recover. It's like crawling out of quicksand, waking from a coma, emerging from fog, recovering from amnesia, escaping from a mental institution, ...
Things that are better:
- I have money in my savings account for the first time in an embarrassing number of years unless you count the $6.29 that was in there for the embarrassing number of years
- I have adequate health insurance, dental insurance, and vision insurance
- I have an actual retirement account with actual money in it, not a lot of money yet, but real money, not just wishful money
- After I pay my bills at the end of the month, there is some money left over
- I work with people who appear to genuinely value my input
- I am stretching my mind and abilities at work
- The smiles of people I work with are not masking dissatisfaction and disillusionment
- My managers seem to care that I am happy, satisfied, and successful
- I not only get to do research, but my the results of my work make a difference in the real world
- There are bunnies that hop around at work
- Hummingbirds and squirrels visit the tree outside my window
- I saw a baby lizard today
- The geese are going to have gosling soon (goose parades!)
Still, I miss my mental Micky when I'm not in Portland...
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