End of End-of-Summer Lull

So.

If you're new here,

you may not know that I've been

basically

jobless

for a month.

I have a job,

but I've been jobless.

It's not as confusing as it sounds:

I have a job,

but I've been jobless.

As in,

they gave me an offer

but not a start date.

I have to admit, at first, I was

secretly cheering.

I mean

it's been the craziest 24 months of my life

and I needed

a break.

I'm not complaining.

I promise.

I've loved the craziest 24 months of my life.

But I still needed a break.

I needed to catch up to life.

Or whatever.

I was kind of enjoying my break.

And then that break turned into a lull.

An end-of-summer lull.

(I kind of feel like I'm trying to swallow

my entire mouth when I say that word.)

Luuuuuuulllll.

Which consisted of me,

at home,

by myself,

for

HOURS.

Yes.

I've been lazy.

I could have at least walked my imaginary pet

or something.

But.

Like I said,

I needed to catch up to life,

or whatever.

No.

Actually, I did do some stuff.

Just not as much stuff as I could have.

And why am I confessing all of this to you?

Well.

Because.

You see it's been nice to reconnect with myself

in my quiet house.

I've been able to reassess that

which is most important to me.

Through multiple transitions

I think I needed my world to stop spinning

for just a second.

(Or just a month, as it were.)

And I think

I don't know that everyone wants a

lull.

But everyone should have a quiet moment

to regroup.

Because sometimes it helps to

make sense

of oneself

in this crazy world.

And so.

I got word.

My end-of-summer lull

is ending.

Next week.

Life will pick up again.

New transitions will be made.

And I feel like I can approach them

as

a whole me.

Below:  Some of the stuff I did.  Like an awesome weekend visit from my fab in-laws and becoming fully indoctrinated to ND football.  (Just the football.)