For the entirety of 2022 and starting off 2023, there was this spectre looming over me and my work situation, my career being on the line. Never knowing when my Board of Directors would finally drop the floor out from under me. And to make matters worse, of the dozens of applications I filled out, I never even got a second look from most places. Then things got worse.
I've retold the story countless times, I'm sure a few of you could tell it back to me by rote. The fact that had I delayed seeking medical attention by even a day, my life would have been significantly more impacted than it did. That had I waited a second day, I wouldn't be here sharing this story... I try not to focus on that, I really do. Sometimes my mind can't fully wrap around it. And then the months, the MONTHS recovery took and I got to see just how strong my support system was behind me. The numerous friends and family who stepped up, honestly, many of whom, I never expected it from. I'm getting all misty-eyed right now just reflecting on it. It truly feels surreal, like it all happened to somebody else.
And then, just as I'm starting to get back on my feet, just starting to get back to a 'normal' way of life, work puts the screws to me. It becomes an even more toxic environment to go to. There was truly no joy left at work, just waiting for the axe to fall. Then, a lifeline.
I had applied to the City of Chico for a new position they were filling and I took a flyer on it, let's see how I do. Got an interview that I felt pretty good about and was invited to fly up for a second round. That's promising, ok. And to be honest, I felt I nailed the second round. Someone would have to blow me out of the water. Yes, it could still happen but I was feeling it. Then in early October, I was offered the position. Oh, my God, yes! Then the challenge begins.
Having lived in one spot for over 8 years, you accumulate a LOT of stuff. And"with the help of friends and family, we managed to clean the place out, get me packed up and on the road.
Friday will be my 3rd week since arriving into town. Tomorrow will be 2 weeks since I started my new job. It's going to take some time to still get used to everything. Hell, I'm still unpacking. But things are really heading in the right direction. Everyone I've met at work is genuinely appreciative of me being there, they're all looking forward to working with me and what I can bring to the table. Feels good to be wanted at work.
Tomorrow I'll be breaking bread with a co-worker and her family. My boss has already invited me over for Christmas, in case I can't make it home for the holiday.
To say I'm thankful, to say I'm grateful, just doesn't feel like enough.
