It’s a little weird to be writing what I’m about to write, because I didn’t see it coming. With all of the changes that have happened this past year, including moving half-way across the country for my husband’s dream job and changing supervisors and time zones and weather patterns. . .
I’m loving my job.
It wasn’t my expectation, but it’s the truth, at least right now. I know that you’ve heard otherwise here and I’ve certainly felt otherwise. I still have those panics of “WHAT IN THE WORLD AM I DOING HERE?” I still get scared that every day I’m not doing this-one-thing I won’t be able to do that-other-thing, or that maybe I’m really supposed to be doing something entirely different from what I’m actually doing each day.
I’m still working on building a workplace community in my new office that I can love, but I’ve made some really positive connections with a few co-workers and my new supervisor is a good example of the kind of professional I’d like to become.
It’s still messy and confusing and I don’t know what to feel or think about having a calling or living a dream or anything. That will come later, I’m sure. Well, I’m not entirely sure it will come at all, but we can talk about that another day. I have some pretty exciting plans for this space and for talking about finding our callings or not, and particularly for connecting with those of you who have found a calling you didn’t expect or those who might believe that finding one single calling for an entire life is a bit of an urban legend.
But for today, for this week, for this stage of my life: I am happy with my work. And that is a pretty great feeling.