Next time I complain about my life as a woman of independent means, kick my ass.
I had forgotten the joys of working yes, but in my personal belief system, there is a price for everything, the joy is tempered with the pain-in-the-ass problems of the working world.
I forgot that politics are exhausting. I forgot my astroglide. I had forgotten what its like to walk around with a ball of anxiety in the pit of my stomach for most of the day and all of the night. I had forgotten the feelings of inadequacy and failure that are simply a part of my personality; traits that push me forward, bite back needing sustenance.
I am very lucky in my current circumstance.
The good news? I found the local Starbucks and am now the proud owner of a large enough coffee mug.