I had a few moments to kill here, waiting for this evening to begin. I realized it's been a while since I've been able to write. Reading over my last few posts, posts that were surely all made while I was at work at my old job, I've gotten lots of happy warm&fuzzy feelings. Reliving that time, the time when I was still reeeeallllly hoping for a new job and the time when I knew one was waiting for me and was gripped in a little fear of the unknown, reliving that was really really good.
It just reinforced how freaking happy I am here. When the biggest thing I have to complain about (because that's always the first thing we must do, right? Pull out the negative first and focus on it? That's something I need to work on.) is so minor that it only bothers me intermittently and not even every day ... that's a good freaking deal. Reading things I wrote about being berated and yelled at and belittled, knowing exactly how I felt writing it moments after it happened, or sometimes even as it was happening ... made me so so so happy. Happy to be free. Happy to be picking playdough out of my flip flops and flung food out of my hair. Happy to be here.
My serious, deep appreciation for this new path God has put me on and the people He put in my life that brought me here (ahem, Kristina. :) ) has been reeeenewed! I don't even mind that I'm going to be here over 12 hours today! Not a bit. I'll happily spend 12 hours here, in place of six day weeks of varying hours in a small space with unhappy, unfriendly, unkind, unhealthy people.
(P.S. I promise I'm not medicated. Although, full disclosure: I did just have a cookie. It could have been laced.)
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