In reflecting, I’ve come to realize that perhaps the reason my return to work has felt so hard has been that I set too high a standard for myself.
From sexist or outright sexual harassing remarks to catty behaviour, I realized the female experience in the workplace is not equal to that of our male counterparts.
Just like in my workouts, I adjusted my breathing and my mentality to get through it, reset, and prepare for the next part of the session.
I contemplated the busyness and the hours I’ve lost worrying about whether or not I’m “doing it right” or “doing it well enough”.
My reality is working through swimming lessons since I can’t join him, anyway. It’s eating in a hurry so we can get to bed on time; doing laundry at 4 am because we ran out of socks.