My adopted status doesn't come up at work very often, my close co-workers know that I am adopted. They know I do not like having my picture taken in a work setting, tagged and posted to social media for business purposes. That I guard my online identity fiercely. They know that usually once or twice a year I go off to a conference or a retreat. They know I have found my close-knit "tribe" and that I am better for it. They know I return from those conferences & retreats a little brighter, a little more grounded and a little more settled...calmer. They know I have gone through hell and came out the other side. I don't share too many details. I am usually a pretty private person but back then I was intensely private, but they know enough...in the beginning of my rocky reunion, it was hard to hide the struggle from showing on my face...no matter how hard I tried.I can only remember one time when my two worlds of personal and professional crashed into each other. I received the call that changed my life forever at work...which rendered my mind to spin. I had to leave the office that day. I remember the numbness most of all and I remember vividly thinking that my life had literally just changed...there was no going back. From that day forward, references to time had split in two...before & after. It is a day I will never forget...I still get a visceral reaction thinking about it...even now. I wrote about that day, those moments in a previous blog post here. I just re-read this post again today, and my stomach still jumped a little...even after all this time.
xo Two
**edited to add in case anyone was wondering, I do not work in an adoption-related field.
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