Yesterday was kind of a big deal. November 9th marked the anniversary of my last day at my last job/prison sentence. Ok. so maybe you all think that I am being a little mellow dramatic when I call it a prison sentence, but for me, it was. I cried frequently on the way to work because I had no idea how I could stand 10 more hours of that pain. 10 long hours of less than challenging work, being treated like a second class citizen, and stories of how wonderful everyone around me was. The few people I enjoyed talking to and working with were the ones without the egos...those were few and far between.
One of the things that I find most interesting about that break up is that, to most people, I don't even acknowledge that I ever worked there. I would rather act like it didn't happen than acknowledge that I was part of that group.
But, on to the good news.
The good news is that I am free to do what I want these days. I have a business that is growing and I am becoming a trusted real estate advisor to many in my circle. I like going to work. I like the people I work with. My clients are wonderful (thank you referrals!!). I love my boss (gasp!? does that really happen?). I am occasionally frustrated by my inconsistent income. But, in the grand scheme of things, that could be worse too. I am thinner. I am healthier. I have once monthly migraines rather than once weekly. I cook dinner most nights. I bake. I read books like it's going out of style. I have rekindled old friendships.
So, yesterday, I was figuring up the price of my happiness. The price was a little more expensive than I planned on. But, I will take it!! It's worth it to me to have a job I enjoy and plenty of time to give back. And, giving back, I am.