If I’m not writing often, it usually means I’m stuck in my head, turning over the tiniest details of something over and over.
I got offered a job. They came looking for me; I didn’t apply there. The opportunity seems like a good one.
I’ve been so torn over it, because I love what I do for a living now…alas, I earn about what I made 10 years ago, and we all know the economy around us has changed in the last decade. I wish I could say that money doesn’t matter, and I could stay with the job I love. I have worried and fretted over this decision.
But…thanks to a really direct and candid late night conversation while watching The Blues Brothers (the original, not the remake), I saw clearly that it doesn’t make sense to stay on where I am. It was pointed out that in a better financial position, I can donate money or time or both, so I can still be involved in what I love…that I don’t have to choose between the two. Oh. Duh. Seriously, I was feeling like it was an all or nothing scenario, and I needed the proverbial grab by the shoulders. Grateful that folks care enough to be straight with me.
At the end of February, I will start a new job. I hope I meet their expectations, and then I hope I exceed them. I hope to find the happiness under the hood, behind the scenes, at this new gig. The position is a little isolated, one where I won’t really have a peer, but I think it’s going to be okay.
The biggest downside is I will have to put on pants and go into the world, and I have so loved working from home. There are times when I don’t leave the house for days other than to walk the dogs, and I love it. It’s been so good for me to have a 40 hour job with no commute after years of driving all over NC, working crazy hours.
So. Change is coming. Change is good. Change is uncomfortable, but really, nothing exciting ever happens within our comfort zones, right?!