This evening I got the news that I’ve been waiting for for a long time. A big shift in my career life is potentially definitely on the horizon, and just as it always happens, there is a fork in the road and I’m not sure which way to go.
My husband says I always make the mistake of worrying about these things before it’s time to worry about them. A few months ago, for example, I happened to interview for a store manager role in Tokyo. I didn’t just worry about it; I got completely bent out of shape. Lost sleep, fretted about leaving our family behind, stressed about V needing to learn Japanese. None of it mattered, because none of it happened.
This is obviously a pattern, as I, like many others, can create a lot of anxiety about the unknown. I’m also very afraid to lose. I’m often tempted by, “A bird in-hand” kind of thinking.
The decision is not yet before me, there is no contract or dotted line yet. What I want to do is enjoy these last few weeks together with my work people who I love so much, and let Jen of 2019 worry about all that other stuff. It’s her decision after all, not mine. 🙂
In other news, V saw a red balloon pop at the park a few days ago and now that’s all she wants to talk about at bedtime.
“Wed bawoon pop?”
“Yeah, the red balloon popped. At the park.”
“Wed bawoon pop’t?”
“Yes.”
^^ And back and forth like that about twenty times.
small life, slow life 