Within a span of five days, our household goods arrived, we welcomed a four month old puppy into the home, I transferred to my new office and joined my new team, and my dearly beloved departed for his first patrol in two years.
I am surrounded by boxes and working on a makeshift desk with a cable line strewn across the room. The house looks like it blew up, and I have some serious deadlines from my new bosses. And last night, I sat on the couch and cried. And then I got up, let out the dog, and hung curtains.
Truth be told, I could not agree more with our previous post. Reach out! Contact someone if you need help! The amount of resources available to us, whether it be friends, family, or organized and paid for by the USCG all enable you to focus on whatever tasks may be a priority at that moment.
But, on the other side of the coin, after a good, cleansing cry last night, followed by an email from my beloved this morning, I know I can tackle those boxes...right after I let out the puppy for his morning jaunt...