Holy Smokes! What a week! I returned to work after a lovely vacation, hoping against hope to maintain my zen. It seemed Mercury in retrograde was in full swing and working against me at every turn.
Ever since I stepped foot back into reality, I have encountered broken things. It makes me wonder if I have been cursed.
I was doing ok, until about Thursday — when I went back to work. Minor annoyances stacked up and felt like a steady upstream swim through most of the day. Broken spirit.
Then later in the evening when I got home, I had a hard time unlocking my door — the loose door knob which had been an annoyance was now truly a problem. Enter YouTube to the rescue! I tightened up the inside of the knob without issue, however no one in the video mentioned you should stop there. When I went to tighten the other side, the lock fell apart. I have finally been able to schedule a service call from a reliable locksmith after two failed attempts from another company. Broken portal.
Friday morning— I walked into an OR that had been taken over by evil spirits. I had a broken printer, a broken cable to the microscope, and a broken hook which had caused a slide board to fall to the floor. Broken tools.
Friday night I read with angst about my Sister nurse in Utah. I wrote about it, because that is how I cope with things these days. Broken heart.
There is no flow this week. Life is a series of starts and stops and fires to be put out. Perhaps part of it is simple re-entry shock from my vacation. Although I am glad to be back to my familiar things — my home, my people, my schedule, and my work. I am grateful every day for this life.
My path is not always easy. But is always mine.