On Wednesday, I was offered a job. Actually, I was offered what could very well be my dream job. The pay is a little better, the stress load is somewhat less, it’s an hour from family, it’s in an area I love. There’s a major reservation, though: it’s a grant-funded position, subject to be renewed yearly. As of right now, the job is secure until June 30, 2014. After that, who knows?
The thing is, I don’t hate where I am now, and it’s secure (for the foreseeable future). I’m not really worried about my current job being gone in five years if I stay.
So, I’m torn. When I was offered the job yesterday, I was sure I was going to take it. Last night, I woke up in a cold sweat about 1am, worried about the future. The worry and indecision are taking their toll—I can definitely feel depression slipping in. 2 months ago