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Learning how to go back to work

I am now learning how to get back to work after C. As in, someone is trying to teach me how. Really. There is coaching on this. And it seems like I need it. Even E rolled her eyes when I told her. Yes, really.
It must be because women are not good at it. My first question to the coach was whether managers got coaching too. Apparently there is coaching for that too. A friend of mine is about to return to work after a year and her boss went and got training as she was the first women in the department to ever have a baby. Really? Yes really.
It is funny, there were times when this blog would be all about travelling and parties, those were my MBA times. The it was all about A Little Gesture, when you don't really write about your day life anymore because i) it is confidential and ii) people probably don't want to read about it. And then it was a lot about C's upcoming arrival and then radio silence. I wonder if now all will be about going back to work. I never thought I would ever have to write about that. Reality is, I write a lot about things that I am emotionally attached to (check) but a lot more about things that strike me or bother me (previously not a check). And each time I think about writing I think I probably shouldn't because it 'looks bad'.
So here it is - it seems like I seem to learn how to get back to work, when the problem is that work is not really as back to me as it was. I wonder how the coach will do that.


- from my iPad

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