Frozen in Time

I've gone to temp at the wonderful offices from which I was released during layoffs last October. I have a nice desk in an office during this brief stay, and every day I have to pass my old desk, which is frozen in time. It's a little creepy. My calendar is still there, my daily calendar is paged to the day of dread. My computer is even still there, minus parts that were scavenged upon my departure. It's all so very surreal. I think back to that period of time and I remember that my whole world already felt pretty upside down before the job loss. I was one month into a physical separation that was the precursor to the divorce. I was near tears nearly every day as I sat at this desk and tried to focus on the work that I loved while dreadful thoughts (and texts) disrupted my every day.

Could it be that the departure from the position that I so loved and wished to throw myself into as a distraction from reality was exactly what was needed to find my footing so that I could better deal with other challenges ahead?

Perhaps.