Silver Lining
(I started writing this post two weeks ago…my apologies for its slow finish)
6 A.M. on Sunday morning….I’m sitting at my parents’ house, drinking coffee, and thinking about a line from a Tom Waits song that describes the rain as sounding like a round of applause. Right now, I tend to agree. Looking out, the morning light and a soft drizzle have turned the patio from light gray to a glowing, fiery silver…
I love the ambiance of their house. The decor is simple and everything has a place. I clearly did not inherit my mother’s knack for tidiness. I, in my rebellious way, wanted to be different. She is a happily married homemaker who lives simply. I’m a single, struggling working woman who always tries to take on more than she can handle. It’s funny, though, how the things I tried to rebel against are the things I actually wanted for my life; I am slowly discovering these little truths about myself.
I’m happy with my new job…I like my co-workers, the atmosphere, and the overall attitude of the company. This isn’t to say there aren’t rules and situations that are a bit silly, but it’s the best employer I have worked for so far. I don’t wake up with the weight of the world on my shoulders in the mornings, I don’t live in fear of making mistakes, and the minutes do not pass like hours during work days. I don’t feel pressured to make my entire life about my job. It is sufficiently challenging without being overwhelming. I can honestly say I like what I do. I never knew this would have such a drastic effect on my perspective, but I am making peace with my inner work horse.
Did I mention the freedom feels fantastic?
