So I’ve been moping around over this whole job offer thing and today I accepted it, but felt less than enthused about the whole thing. Which made me feel…cheated somehow, because I figured one should feel elated with one’s decision or it must not be the right one.
I took my lunch to the Duck Pond a few blocks away and sat there brooding and feeling sorry for myself and hating that I was feeling that way. Until…. [lightbulb] I remembered what I’ve been trying to teach myself for the past year:
I’m in control of my life. No one else. I make the decisions, I decide what is best for me and why, and I choose to be happy.
Things fell into perspective a little more at that point, really. I made the decision to change jobs because I really feel in my heart that I am ready for a change after spending the last 6 years “honing my craft” so to speak. I’m very good at what I do, but, as with most things in my life, I feel bored when it becomes too routine or loses a certain challenge. And besides…doesn’t this fall under the start over category??! A new workplace, with new faces, new challenges, a new chance to present myself in a way I want to be seen.
So I’m not making a bunch more money – so what. I AM making some positive changes, and I’ll only get out of it what I put into it. Christ, it’s so easy for me to forget these important things while I’m caught up in worry and panic and fear.
Enough of that. I’m making the choice to be happy. I’m excited that I get to start over where my career is concerned.
Bravo, me.
