Today, for the first time in a long time, I cooked something. We've been eating out or my husband has been cooking...for a pretty long time now.
Today I was asked, "Did you send that email?" and I had to respond with, "I forgot."
Today I took a phone call from a client who was following up on an issue he brought to my attention last Tuesday. I haven't had a chance to do the necessary research and I could hear his disappointment in his voice.
It's little things like this that make me feel again all that has changed. I used to be so capable. I used to be able to multi-task. While I never "enjoyed" my work, the challenge it presented was rewarding.
It's been eleven years since Alex...ten since Travis...six since the unnamed baby...and I still can't come to grips with who I am now. I just now realized I don't want to stuff who I am now into the life of who I used to be. I've been trying and it is NOT working. That me is gone...and she isn't coming back.
I look around and see people with passion. People who make a difference. People who are able to inspire others. That is not me.