A break. The clouds slide apart and the fog ceases its slow descent, covering the mountain of my mind… Preparing to hunker in for a cold winter, despite my best efforts to keep the dark at bay… Soothing myself, it will be OK. This is a natural reaction to a stressful situation, you are not going crazy. Anyone would be blue in your shoes…

I told my boss that I could no longer volunteer with the Stroke Group. He listened to every thing that I had to say and as I finished, “She’s more interested in the end result than the process” we both looked at each other surprised. I am not known for process.  I was not known for process. He is going to observe a few sessions.

Then I got home, to find and email, inviting me to interview for one of the MOST AMAZING JOBS that I have ever applied for. Young Women’s Engagement Worker with the children of female offenders. Such an outstanding opportunity. I know that there is no guarantee that I will get the job, but at least I am not deluding myself about my skills. I got an interview.