When I was kid I always hated change. I had severe reactions to it. I was a bizarre little kiddo. Right before my mom had my sister, and I started Kindergarten full-time, I cried till I puked every.single.day for over a month. I actually have vivid memories of this bizarre moment in time. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized some change is good. Change keeps you awake through the hum-drub of life’s routine.
After the past year of non-stop change (as in every life-change possible: moving, marriage, death in the family, birth in the family, husb changing jobs, husb starting grad school), change is about to sock me right in the gut because I start a new job on Monday! After four years at my current company I am making a leap into a new role at a new company. It’s scary, but good scary, and it’s weird to realize that I am starting all over again. New personalities to get used to, fresh job duties to master, vacation days to earn (bye-bye 18 vacation days), and new routines to get into.
I’ve been trying to find a new job for quite some time, so it almost didn’t feel real when I got the call. When you get so caught-up in being disappointed time and time again, there’s a moment of “wait, what?” when what you’ve worked for finally happens. For a full week I was convinced that this was some elaborate mix-up, and maybe I had heard AND read the offer wrong. Oh my god, I thought, what if I show up the first day (after resigning from my current, secure job), and they’re like, “oh, never mind about that.” I would be jobless and poor, ineligible for unemployment, drain our life savings, and then be destitute and pathetic. These are normal things to think, no?
I finally received my new-hire paperwork package this Monday, and that settled the information into my brain. There’s nothing like having something like 20-pages of paperwork to fill-out to knock reality right into you.
Here’s to new beginnings in 2013!