In week five I ended up going back to work... The two weeks we spent on the beach selling art was really fun but nothing happened that made going back to work not an option. I was expecting it to go better than it did. I'm not exactly sure why it didn't. I couldn't immediately get back on schedule but they were nice enough to put me on call and I ended up working three days. Here's the kicker tho because I didn't go to work for two weeks by 8/25/22 which would have been my payday I had zero, hubby had zero too! To be honest it was because he wasn't hustling everyday or as hard as he said he was. He has this habit of talking harder than his actions and it's annoying. Anyway everyone was happy to see me and I was happy to be back. Once again work had become the most peaceful place for my mind. The thing I like about my new job verses old career is the fact that, it's not burning me out like mental health did. I also get to wear a uniform! Yes ...