So, here I am. Sunday night and about 10 minutes before I start the ritual of getting everything organized for the morning. A lot has happened in the last two weeks or so. Hence the reason I have not found the time to write on my Blog.
Last week, after being unemployed for 2.5 months, I started a new job. Phew. Just writing that gave me a tiny tummy ache. It all happened very quickly about two weeks ago. All in a matter of a few days, I had an interview on a Wednesday, was offered the position on the Thursday and then started the job just over a week later. The week between signing the contract and starting the job was filled with the kind of anxiety I haven't had since I was in high school preparing for exams and graduation.
I had kind of gotten into a groove with being at home and was even starting to like it. I mean, the looking for a job part was stressful and time-consuming but being able to make dinner every night for my family, picking Sophie up from school and having "Bridgy days" or meeting a dear friend each week for a coffee and some motivational and inspirational conversation had really become appealing. Despite all of my best efforts to ensure that I was prepared to go back to work, the Monday that I started was very, very hard and the combination of a full week and a completely new schedule left me completely and utterly exhausted.
There were a few good moments last week, despite all the griping I found myself doing. The most heartwarming and lovely moment came last Monday. My first day.
A friend, who somehow always knows what to say and do in tough times, turned up at my work, with a picnic basket, a tablecloth, wine glasses and a full lunch (this is the same friend who sent postcards to my work when I had returned after maternity leave). The picnic and the sentiment made everything ok that day. Things were different but still the same. The job was different, the location was different but the important things - the family, the friends - were still the same. That picnic was very symbolic. It represented all the comfort and security that I have and will always have despite the changes that are inevitable.
Thank you, Karryn. I am deeply thankful to have you as my friend.
4 comments:
Eeek! I'm all blushing and giggly. I feel kind of famous now. I've been blogged!!
You're so welcome. And it was the highlight of my week too because I had to give back just a tiny bit of the amazing support and friendship you've given me over the past three years.
Prepare yourself for the Strip-o-Gram this week!
Lucky you to have Karryn! What a gem. Life without friends is a lonely desert, but the friends in our lives are the flowers which bloom there despite the tough environment. That is a bit "prosy" I guess, but the best way to describe it in my mind.
Hang in there, love, you will be fine and a routine will develop which will become comfortable after a while.
Love you!
MUM XOXOXOXO
You are so blessed to have a great friend... cherish her...
I bet Karryn is in your top 5! I had better step up. I'll take you out for a big coke, fries, dry ribs and chicken wings. KISSES.
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