PEEPS. Where on Earth have I been?
Two words: Leaping accomplished.
I have a new job.
This was me seven years ago, just months into a communications job at one of Indiana's top life science companies. I resigned from Saint Joe to take this position, adding more unwanted distance between me and Chicago to start a new chapter with my battered Cobalt, coveted Prada frames (PRA.DA!) and a handful of subscriptions to girl-power magazines.
During those seven years, I added deeper, more adult layers to my life. Luke joined me in Indianapolis and we quickly became engaged; then we got married; then we had three children and oh, yeah, bought our first house. I swapped Glamour for Runner's World. I took up coffee and lost my gallbladder.
I wonder (naively) if I'll ever experience so much growth over such a short period of time.
It took me years to adjust to life in Indy. YEARS. I kept thinking about the family I was missing back home, the friends I was struggling to stay in touch with, the big-city atmosphere that was just as inspiring to me as the ocean. For almost as long as I've been here, and as recently as this spring, I've ugly cried talked to Luke about moving back.
But only at the end of those seven years did it become clear to me (us) that I (we) needed closure with Chicago. I was locked in a Ross-and-Rachel love affair with the city, always with one foot in the door, constantly revisiting the "Will we or won't we?" issue. But no more. For the child-rearing period of our lives, at least, Indianapolis is home. Hoosiers, you're welcome.
And of course, as is the way of life, closing the door on Chicago opened a window in my career.
On my last day with my dear friends and former coworkers Raquel and Jen, two of the best things to come from my first stint in Indy.
My new job came about six weeks ago after almost a year of soul-searching, networking and buying lots of jackets (hashtag: CouponsFromTheLimited). The company is a higher education services provider that helps colleges build online versions of their nursing programs, and I am their first content manager. The fast pace and short learning curve have kept me on my toes, and my commute is a little longer, so I'm still struggling to find a rhythm in my new routine. I may have pulled a Steel Magnolias in a bathroom stall last week at church.
But I continue to be surrounded by wonderful people, and I'm training myself to turn more to God when I'm stressed, and I'm taking better care of myself. It's going to be okay.
And ... that's Day 1 of NaBloPoMo. BOO.YAH.