Mixed Bag

Today I am...

Nervous: The first day at a new job is like the grown-up version of the first day of school. Will they like me? Will I like them? Will I fit in?

Excited: The job description sounds really interesting and fun. I don't think I will be bored.

Anxious: I could tell you where I bought every single pair of shoes in my closet, but I am exceedingly bad at remembering names. Luckily, I am Southern and know how to use Honey, Sugar, Darlin' and Ya'll, so maybe no one will notice.

Disappointed: In myself for not being able to find a full-time job. I keep trying to ignore it, but it's true. I'm working on it.

Guilty: My poor, sweet Lola will be locked in the laundry room for half the day. Oliver gets the run of the house, but Lola cannot be trusted. Neither of them will know what to do without me here for most of the day. Sad.

Nostalgic: It's the end of an era. I have worked from home for the last two years. Going back to an office is harder than I thought it would be.

Smokin': Choosing something to wear, on the other hand, was not hard at all. Hello, my lovely business clothes. Nice to see you again.