I got back on the truck today and I must admit, I'm hurting more than I expected. The bouncing around is rather difficult. Normally, I sleep well when the truck is moving, but find myself wanting to cry. I pray this passes quickly.
As much as I love my job, I'm finding my heart longs for a different path. Perhaps the knowledge of not being able to have children has made the desire greater, but I'm wanting to put my time and energy into a family instead of a job. Such thoughts bring back the wondering how life might have been had my growing up years been different.
I cannot wait to start feeling like myself again. All this time to think takes its toll.
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