It's like a new lease on life. (Why do I call being taken off the hook by my manager "a lease on life"? Maybe because I'm so scared of what my girlfriend/mother/others think of where I am, and a bit of fear of what I would do next).
I kind of have a license to feel happy now. But not too happy. I have to get to work at some point, even if deadlines have been stretched and project scopes narrowed down.
(My tummy hurts)
As one song goes, "I sit down and contemplate / all the parameters of truth / I wonder why they're not so clear / they were so striking in my youth".
I'm exhausted. Exhausted.