I quit my job.
This was a big thing for me. I’ve been with my employer for over eight years. There has been so much that is positive that has happened over that time for me there: I’ve learned a lot and built confidence; I’ve explored leadership, which was an unexpected treat; I’ve developed relationships with so many wonderful and talented people; and I’ve spent the past five years under a great mentor and role model of a boss whose lessons and example I will always remember. Continue reading
So, as those of you who have both read my last few posts and can do basic math may have realized – I had a kid. And I survived. Continue reading
Good Morning 2014. Here you are. And here I am. I’m not sure I was quite ready for you yet, but I’ve noticed that the way time passes is rarely affected by what I am and am not ready for, so I suppose it’s no surprise that you arrived anyway. You were right on schedule after all, according to my calendar. I saw you in last night, if only just, and without a bang. Try not to take it personally. I was sleepy. So far you are not raining, which I choose to take as an excellent omen for the year ahead. Thanks for that. Continue reading
This whole pregnancy thing – I don’t know. It is just not sinking in. I mean on one level, yes, I know this is happening. Clearly. I am not stupid. And I planned this. And I’m an excellent planner. But my brain – it’s just not processing the information in the fully aware way I would have expected it to. Continue reading
There are things I thought I’d never do. I thought I’d never like avocados. And then one day I did. I thought I’d never get a “real job” that lasted more than a year or two, but I’m an accountant and next week is my sixth anniversary with my employer. I thought I’d never own furniture or live in any one city for more than a couple of years, but then I bought real estate. I thought I’d never get married (not because of any fundamental opposition to the idea, but because my list of criteria of what would make an acceptable life partner sounded shockingly unrealistic), but then I met a guy who ticked all my boxes.
This is what time does. It takes your ideas of how your life is going to go and it laughs. I’ve always known that. My life plans have never been solid. If something doesn’t work out, I’m ok to move on and if an unexpected opportunity arises, I’m happy to go for it. Or if my whims take me somewhere I didn’t know I wanted to go, I trust myself and see how it works out. As a rule, this has gone well for me.
But we’re talking here about vague plans. Things I thought I’d do. Things I thought I’d never do.
But then there are the things I swore I’d never do. The things so based on my understanding of myself that I never questioned that I might change my mind on them. Continue reading
I went traveling again, chickens. And I went alone.
One of many gorgeous buildings in Charleston
I haven’t traveled alone in quite a while, to be honest. My husband is my usual travel partner and I intersperse that with occasional short trips with a friend or my mother. A ten-day trip by myself though, it’s been a while. And it’s a whole other kettle of fish. But there’s something to be said for that kettle.
When you are alone, there is no one to consider but yourself. You don’t have to make any compromises whatsoever. You can make plans for the day and then break them for no other reason than that you just don’t feel like it anymore. And you don’t have to feel bad that someone is going to be disappointed about that. You can unilaterally decide where and when to eat, what side of the street to walk on, and when to have naps. (I love my naps.) It’s kind of wonderful.
When you are in a long-term relationship, there is also the side benefit of having a chance to miss your partner. I don’t think the loveliness of a reunion after a week or two apart can be overstated.
In case you’re wondering, I went to Charleston and Savannah. I understand that these are major tourist destinations for Americans, but here on the West coast of Canada, when I told people where I was going, they all said something along the perplexed lines of, “Huh. I don’t know anything about those places. Do you have family there? No? How did you pick that?” And I can’t say I even had a satisfactory answer. The truth is that I thought Charleston sounded like an interesting name and when I looked it up on the internet, it looked pretty. And I figured that while I was in that neck of the woods, I might as well go to Savannah too, because it was close and I had also heard of it. Continue reading
I have had this blog for about three years. Or is it four? I like it. I am not dedicated to it. It has never been my dream to be a writer and I more or less started it on a whim. Sometimes I just don’t feel like I have anything to say, so I disappear for a while.
That, my friends, is not something they recommend in the good blogger handbook. It is not how you get followers or comments or views or any of the other things that the statistic page makes you care about when previously you had not been aware that they were even things. I don’t get a lot of views. After however many years, I have 99 followers, and maybe 10 who interact regularly. (Love you guys!) Continue reading