It’s now been a whole week since I started my new job, so perhaps it’s understandable that I haven’t found my rhythm yet. I’m still up early, and in the office by 8 a.m., but my days are a bit longer than they were–I’m now in the office until about 6 p.m. (so far)–and I’m still getting my feet wet and where I need to be and when. And given that the pace is fairly quick, it’s an adjustment.
One my life-long problems has been that I expect too much of myself too soon. My brain knows that IIt’s now been a whole week since I started my new job, so perhaps it’s understandable that I haven’t found my rhythm yet. I’m still up early, and in the office by 8 a.m., but my days are a bit longer than they were–I’m now in the office until about 6 p.m. (so far)–and I’m still getting my feet wet and where I need to be and when. And given that the pace is fairly quick, it’s an adjustment.
One my life-long problems has been that I expect too much of myself too soon. My brain knows that I shouldn’t expect instant success, but some other part of me seems to ignore that, and wants to be in total comfort zone from the git-go. Well, the ain’t happening. Not that I’m totally lost, but I’m not in the zone either. And I like being in the zone. It’s nice.
On the other hand, my days seem to fly by, so I don’t feel as wiped out at the end of the day as I thought I would … although that could easily change. It’s only the first week. No telling how I’ll feel a month from now. Or a year.
It’s too earlier to say how I feel about the new gig one way or another, but what I do know is that I’m still looking for rhythm, and if history is any teacher, it’ll be a while.
