Boom.
In less than three weeks I will say goodbye to what has been my life for a whopping four years- a long time in the scheme of my mere 26 years on earth.
And I'll start a new adventure too: I accepted a new position last Friday, in a new place, with a new, exciting title, and new crazy amounts of potential. I only invest in crazy amounts of potential.
In the meantime, my brain is really confused and cloudy. Wait, what now? Leaving? New job? But, what about here? And how will it go? What will it all look like?
For some reason The Walrus and the Carpenter keeps coming to mind:
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
I think the poem keeps resonating because of it's very nonsensical nature. Change makes no sense logically- I can't wrap my brain around it. I'm excited and scared and sad all at the same time. Even more so, the poem is shouting at me the idea that the time has come. I've written about my conviction to stay until I felt "called" to move on. Somehow, I feel as if the time has come. Here I go.
Good luck..saying goodbye is always hard and it feels odd to say goodbye and hello at the same time. I just changed positions two weeks ago. I miss my old co-workers but I'm so excited about my new position. New routines, new commute and lots to learn. Change...that's what makes the world go round! I'm happy for you.
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