Accepting a new reality

I had to go somewhere, and put a suit on. It was like slipping back into my own skin. Now my life is in jeans and pj's. It was shocking to me how I felt "like myself" again as soon as I slipped on the blazer. That tells me that somewhere at the back of my mind I am still not reconciled to my new life out of the workforce. My self worth was tied up in how hard I worked, in spite of lupus and heart attacks. I am slowly adapting to living with less money. Instead of pride in a job well done for someone else, I now find pride in cooking a nice meal for my husband. I have to sit to chop the veggies, and roll out dough. Hopefully the whole work comp thing will be settled, I will have my surgery and be able to at least stand to prepare dinner.