Big, scary change
I have made a huge, scary life change recently. It’s so scary that I’ve only whispered about it (as nauseum) with my close friends and family. Last week, I was forced to talk about it with many of my lovely coworkers at The Daily Sentinel , too … because the word started getting out.
After 10 years, I quit my job as assistant to the publisher.
Just typing that statement sent a ripple of anxiety through my chest. Then I reached down and pet my kitty’s head as I sit on my bed — my new office (I’m not even going to pretend that I’ll be sitting at a desk in a home office — that would just be silly).
It’s a good decision for myself and my family.
Despite the fact that my mother and husband keep suggesting that I’m unemployed, I’m not. I’m still teaching art appreciation online at Colorado Mesa University.
My summer class began on Monday.
Over the last couple of years, I was increasing my enrollments and working full-time at the Sentinel. I’d work all day, then grade papers nights and weekends. It was starting to take its toll.
I have been constantly tired and stressed. I started complaining about work. I do not like people who constantly complain about their jobs.
I needed to make a change and I did.
I have no regrets. Yes, there is anxiety, but there is always anxiety, I can cope with that.
Now I get to drive my daughter to school and be there to pick her up. I get to be there to talk about her day and help her with homework.
To celebrate being home during the weekdays, I took a walk down to Connected Lakes with our old dog Quincy. Of course, I didn’t realize she was out of water before we left (that’ll make you feel like the worst dog owner ever).
On the way back up the steep trail, Quincy wasn’t her normal run-sniff-run self. She kept sitting down. I knew something was wrong, so I carried her all the way up. Did I mention that Quincy is fat? Probably about 25 pounds of hot dog panting in my face.
But we made it home (thanks to my mom for picking us up once we got to the top of the trail) and she seems fine and back to her run-sniff-run self. Phew.
So yeah, I’m still getting the hang of working from home. Let’s hope we all survive the week.