I cannot believe it’s been a year. I cannot believe how much has changed in that year.
365 days ago, I walked away from a steady paycheck, health insurance and a chance to go to the Derby for free every year (ha), because none of those things were worth me staying in a job I hated.
363 days ago, I became partially employed at what is now my awesome, wonderful, fun full-time job.
You all have heard me talk about that day and that job and what it was doing to me psychologically. For those that haven’t – here’s the post I wrote not long after I left: On hold.
Today, I went to lunch with five close girl friends, none of whom I would have met (possibly, who really knows though?) were it not for that job I hated. Only one of the six of us still works there, and even she’s a week away from leaving.
As we caught up on our lives and jobs and everything that’s happened since we previously got together, I just kind of sat there and took it all in.
I’ve been bitter about my previous job. Obviously. And, I believe, rightfully so, because of some of the things I went through. But it was never and will never be a total loss of those four years of my life. I got some of the best friends I could ever want from that place (partially because of shared trauma) and all of them are worth every bit of the shit I endured. I cannot imagine my life without them.
One year later. And where am I?
In a much better place. If you’d have told me on this day last year how good things would be a year away? I’d have been skeptical. Because I
am was a pessimist.
A lot can happen in a year. I can’t wait to see what’s to come in the next 365 days.