Morning sickness:

I have morning sickness.  When I wake up it hits me.  Not the nausea, the memory.  The memory of what lies ahead hits me first.  Then the nausea strikes.

Not so long ago I used to wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to face the day, with a chirpy ‘good morning, world’.  Now I wake up already tired from restless sleep and the thought of the day ahead.  Another day worrying about money.  Another day reduced to thinking about work - looking for, applying for, hoping for.

As my day gains momentum, my morning sickness weakens and my optimism strengthens.  Yet I remain on guard all day, because, like real morning sickness, mine can strike at any time.

So throughout the day I force myself to relax and to smile at my remaining clients so that my nervousness doesn’t frighten them away.

I hang tough because I know this will be over in less than nine months.  Or so they say.

I’m James McIntosh at nonsenseatwork.com

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