FIRST DAY BACK
Today I've returned to work after more than three months off for maternity leave.
After recent forays into mystery shopping and a half-hearted attempt to go into business for myself, I'm sad to report I'm still a tool for the man.
It's not that I'm not motivated, but I lack some kind of follow-through gene that ensures I will always fall 25% short of actually finishing any project I begin. Like my book. Like starting a business. Sometimes I even empty just 50% of my bladder when I pee because it feels weird to actually complete the urine evacuation.
I wonder sometimes where I learned to not finish anything I start. I relive my childhood and then crap out at about 10 years old. Someday I'll make it to 37 and discover there is no gene. But then I'll be 75 and it won't freaking matter. I'll be half dead. (Just half.)