"Work" has started. I've been "trained" to within an inch of having my brain explode. I'm cycling through phases: excited as hell about the work I'll get to do, worried that it will take over my life, and wondering if anyone else can tell that I'm a total fraud and don't actually know ANYTHING.
Oddly, it's not the momentous, life-changing event of actually starting my career that's getting to me. I'm being pulled apart by a million small annoyances. None of them are weighty enough for me to be able to point to and say "This...this is what is bothering me." It's just the collective weight. I feel like my life right now is this super-cute pair of shoes that I'm just noticing pinches my instep.
I'm trying to savor the little moments: a cuddle with Gia this morning, ridiculously sensual pomegranate sorbet at Left Bank, the quiet hum of finally (finally) having an office all to myself.