Hi ho, hi ho

It’s off to work I go…

A wall to climb over?

Or mountain to explore?

A wave to sink under?

Or glade uncharted? 

Feet at the starting line

Toes in position.

But not where I thought I’d be.

At least not “right now.”

Now I re-join the race,

that one they call “the rat.” 

Priorities shifting, as naturally they must.

Not sure which way yet.

Wondering what to call myself.

Wondering if it matters.

I really must remember to define myself

inside out 

not

outside in.

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Sorry for the bad poetry.  Obviously, I’m going back to work and have some mixed emotions about the whole thing.  The poem is the best way I’ve been able to express it to myself thus far.  On one hand, I’m excited, on the other, I’m wondering how I will manage it all.  I start on the 28th, 4 days a week, 12 PM to 5 PM.  I’ll be schooling the kids in the morning and at this point, Jim will be Mr. Mom in the afternoon, although that may change when he gets a job.

I have a pre-employment physical today and it’s easy to see I’m a woman in America in 2008 because I’m more worried about what number the scale might reveal than anything else.

God bless!