That looks like it is a photo of the sunset rather than sunrise, but I am soon to be heading off into the sunrise to meet my group for a run. Before that, I am going to try to get 4 miles in on the treadmill so that I only have to do 6 outdoors. I am meeting a friend to see “The Great Gatsby” at 11:00, so there is a limit to how much time I have. Hence, I got up at 3:00 a.m. Yikes.
Yesterday I got the word that I really, truly, officially am changing jobs in June/July. I will finish up my current job in June and start the new one in July.
I met with the woman who is retiring and creating this wonderful opportunity for me. It’s sort of a full-circle kind of feeling.
On a hot August day in 1994, I walked into that office for the first time – for an interview. I was 10 years sober, and had just been through a totally disfunctional 5 years where I had no work history to speak of. It was an entry level position I was desperate to get. I sat in that office on that day, wiping the sweat from my lip, hoping I didn’t look as desperate as I felt – and thought – I want to retire from this job if I should get it.
Six years later, just as I got my bachelor’s degree, I was able to move into that office as my own. I was the director of the department. That first day, I waited until every one in the department left for the day, unlocked the door, sat behind the desk and cried. Tears of gratitude.
Yesterday as I sat in this office yet again, I felt that I was at home. The retiring woman said to me “This is a good place for you at this stage in your life.” I couldn’t agree more.
People I met in the hallways were all so excited that I am coming back. And how I wish Dr. L. were still alive. He always said I was the best medd reccords director ever and he missed me in that job.
I am going home. Going home. The grace of God is an amazing thing. I never dreamed this would happen, but here it is. My prayers have been answered.