like stepping on a beehive

After spending a few days in Hilton Head with Ryan and his family, I dreaded returning to Atlanta alone. It was raining when Ryan dropped me off at the airport, and a heavy feeling settled. I still couldn't shake it this morning going into work. And when I actually got there, it felt like I had stepped on a beehive. Some assignments I thought were completed and approved before I left had boiled over in my absence. Nothing tragic, but it just fueled the sense I've been feeling at work lately, which is hard to describe with a single adjective. It's almost like there's been a Winnie-the-Pooh-esque black raincloud hovering over me. Against my better impulses, I can feel a kind of pessimism and doubt creeping in. It was a long day. I feel overwhelmed (again), and tired.

Trying hard to find a bright side: I supposed I could have stepped on a literal beehive, and that would have been worse. I'm thankful that that did not happen. (A stretch, I know, but it is still a shade of gratitude.)