I haven't had much in me for online journaling lately. Not that life is crazy, or out of sorts or anything less than normal, but I just didn't have much to say beyond what I've been saying all along. I went through the past year pretty well; I've got cancer behind me and I hardly ever think about it. I also left my job, which truthfully was eating at me more than anything else. It got to be where I just couldn't sit in one place for an entire day with a phone tethered to my head and listen to people say the same things over and over and then repeat the same solutions over and over. I was feeling trapped after about two hours into my shift. It was time for a change, and so I found one.
I really miss the people I worked with at my old job; they were fabulous and made it fun to be there regardless of my other feelings about it. But I've landed myself in a new place with people who are just as grand. And wow, what a place I get to come to everyday. Special doesn't even begin to describe it.
The new job is at an historic inn that is at the heart of our village. It's not just historic because it's old, or because a president slept here, or Mark Twain, or because it was a stop on the underground railroad...I'll let you read about it so you can discover what's so special about it on your own.
My new responsibilities include working in the fabulous restaurant for a couple of shifts a week, but mostly I am at the front desk during the night. It's a very peaceful time to be here and I feel lucky to be the one tucking the old gal in and then waking her up in the morning. It is a well-known rumour that spirits lurk here, although I've yet to encounter one. The only spirit I sense is one of joy and remarkable beauty. I've traveled to many places throughout the world in my life and not many places are as special as this one. I feel happy to arrive here every day or night, and fortunate. Very fortunate.
The scariest part of changing jobs was accepting less income and adapting to a completely new schedule. I do believe that change is good and sometimes very necessary, and that my priorities have evolved a bit over the past few years enough to know that happiness is worth more than money. John C. Maxwell said something interesting: Everything you now do is something you have chosen to do. Some people don't want to believe that. But if you're over age twenty-one, your life is what you're making of it. To change your life, you need to change your priorities. Sure my schedule is a little wacky and not at all as predictable as before, and I've made some adjustments and sacrifices that will take a little getting used to. But what a difference it makes to look forward to going to work again. I really haven't felt that since I left my job at the garden center for something "more secure." I suppose it all comes back to having faith that things will all work out as long as I do my best and remember what the important things are.
And a view like this one, instead of a bland tan cubicle, sure doesn't hurt things either...