Who has had enough of my Boat in Poo Lake analogy? Raise your hands, please. Anyone? Everyone?
I figured as much. I'm pretty sure I rode that train through the city and right on out of town.
I just wanted to take a brief moment and brag about how right I was when I said that 2011 was going to be awesome. We're only, what, 47 days in? It's already awesomer (oh yeah, I said it) than basically the whole of 2010.
I'm thrilled to be done blogging about the trauma that was my employment experience last year. To be fair, a large chunk of the emotional upheaval of the job was likely inevitable; returning from maternity leave to full-time work was exponentially more difficult than I had anticipated, and I'm not sure a different job would have changed those feelings much. When I think about the subsequent events that culminated in the figurative explosion of everything work-related that summer, though, I'm still in awe that it all really happened. It's nearly a PTSD response; I hear the word 'hospice' and immediately break out in hives. (Not really. More like emotional hives.)
This week it was made official. After a couple of weeks of training, I will begin working at a new job with an optimal shift for our family. Being home exclusively is the ultimate goal, of course, but this will be a solid stepping stone with the best possible scenario in the mean time. I feel so lucky.
I have learned from this experience. I'm still processing the best way to describe or discuss it. For now, just this:
Keep thou my feet.