Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

It’s not the solution to all of my problems. Not by a long shot. But, I finally heard from Potential New Job yesterday, and not a moment too soon. I was offered the position and, although it’s not a million-dollar salary, it is adequate. I am going to take it.

All jobs are stressful. I’m not an idiot — nor am I in denial. I know the new job will not be stress-free. What it may be, though, is a lot less pressure. I do not envision the same daily deadlines that have faced me every day for nearly 5 years at a government-funded agency. I didn’t know it was possible to feel like a factory worker as a therapist, but guess what? That line just kept moving and my work piled up over and over again.

This will also allow me to move to a cheaper neighborhood and (God-willing) take public transportation directly to my job. This means more walking or biking. And, for the past two days I have made an eating plan and stuck to it.

It’s no miracle cure, but things are beginning to look up. I feel relieved. I feel hope.