Despite the malaise that kept my professional life in a constant state of indigestion, it appeared that, in the heart of Spring, that I had won the war of attrition. Business was changing, and it all appeared that the future was bright. Hugs were given all around.
Even if it wasn't bright, I strive for little more than normal in life...and, through that point, that's what I received.
But then, one day, I'm told that hey, it's just business. Not personal. (Not personal to anyone but me, of course) So...now what?
I tell my work contacts...frankly anyone who could help. Try not to get depressed. Try not to drink...well, not to drink more than usual. Try to look at the bottom line. Try to keep saying that "the best is yet to come." Try to sit and nod politely while people say it's a "great time to get a new job" and "you'll get something soon."
If we only knew what we didn't, right?
Had I not taken this plunge, the one my body sent me warning signs about (and then it turned out to be correct immediately) I'd be short of some of the great things I now have in my life. I'd likely be happy in work but struggling in other items. All wants...but this is different. It's a need.
The song goes:
I know it's too late now
But, I wish I could go back in time
And start all over somehow
And get it right from the start
I look forward to writing that this new fear is over. Looking forward...
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