Friday was my last day of work at my first real job. You know, a job where you are given tasks that have no accompanying directions, and “figuring it out” becomes a crucial life skill. The kind where you lay awake at night, wondering if your desperate efforts to create value have paid off. A job with politics, pressures, and sometimes you just feel like you’re in The Office.
Overall, it was a really, really awesome experience. Wouldn’t trade it. It’s funny, actually, how quickly I became nostalgic and miss it. I quit to “pursue other opportunities” (ones that will pay off long term), and frankly I am stoked.
Last Thanksgiving I had a “thankful tree” up, where the students wrote what they were grateful for on a leaf and taped it on the tree. Other than the token immature sex jokes, I was impressed with the response. Being the emotional hoarder that I am, I saved a few. It was poetic and a little bit beautiful as I was cleaning out my desk drawer; amongst the rotten oranges and boxes of hot chocolate, I found this:
I am grateful for change. For the opportunity to become my best self. To have the kind of support system that allows me to do these crazy things (hashtag: adamisthebesthusbandever). Here’s to second chances and chasing dreams!