The Pain of Transition, and The Joy.

I’ve seen a TikTok trend that goes a little something like

“Me in 2019 hearing about some virus”

Fast forward

“Me, newly married, living in a completely different city, with a different job— watering my plants”

And I was like that’s literally me. I feel like the pandemic was a time warp that made it feel like it was almost 5 years ago that I was prancing around Boston with Saige getting bar taco too often after work.

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Now— after the last few years of working from home, seeing my husband every hour of the day, gaining too much weight and losing it again, moving jobs, moving homes, subscribing and cancelling several wine subscriptions, and returning to an office. I’m just trying to stumble back into what they call normalcy.

The new year came and I was starting a new job and felt excited to be back in the office. I’m very much an in-person kind of girl. I can really connect with people and do my best when I can share my sparkle IRL. So, during COVID and working from home I felt like I had started to transform into a zombie.

With the respective perks of getting my nails done on my break and getting to enjoy lunch with Cree— I had no structure or order at home. So, going back to work was very enticing to me. But, I knew it would take some time to transition.

Returning to work meant, getting up earlier and coming home later, having to cook ahead of time and keeping a grocery shopping schedule, being more intentional about spending time with loved ones, a big one — moving my nail appointments from Wednesday at noon to Saturday mornings, and just re-adjusting to being in front of humans all day.

I enjoy the small things like getting dresses and getting to know people in the office. I like the stillness of my routine in the morning from washing my face, to hopping in my truck, and finding the perfect groove to carry me into work.

I remember telling Cree to give me 3 months to adjust to this new life of leaving home everyday. Because I would come home, peel out of whatever coordination I put together that day, eat some chips and salsa, wash my face and fall asleep.

Repeatedly, like clock work. Work, eat (barely), sleep, and wake up.

The transition has taken a toll on my energy, my time, and my marriage, but reclaiming what life looks like for me and for us is where the work happens everyday.

And so now, I’m prioritizing order, peace, happiness, and whatever makes things work.

There’s pain in transition, but I’m also acknowledging the joys of it as well.

Start finding what works for you, not what you see online or around you. That’s what I’m doing, and I’m making small changes on purpose.

All my love

JMoore

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