Good Things Come...

Thank you all for your comments on my blog earlier this week about life stuff. I am still not 100% sure how I feel about the whole thing, and am still slightly frustrated by ongoing things in my life, but I was reminded of a few very important things! Sometimes I get really caught up in the details and the logistics of things – it is a strength that also becomes one of my biggest weaknesses. Through your comments I was reminded of the fact that no matter what, God is a father to me and he really cares about my life and what happens to it (regardless of whether or not he is orchestrating the details or not). Also, I was reminded that what I think is best for my life is probably not what actually is best all the time.

Which leads me to a really great story and some good news! Part of the reason I could not explain the details of what was going on earlier this week is because things were not official yet, but they are now, I have a new job!

See, one year ago this week, September 22 specifically, I started working full time. Prior to this I had been a stay at home mom with a very part time nanny position in which I was able to bring both my girls with me. Perfect. Until I started going crazy being at home with both kids, especially since, and I won’t name names or anything, one of them cried a majority of the day for the first 7ish months of her life. So I started looking for a part time job that would get me out of the house without the kiddos. Since Steve was mainly just working weekends at that time this was also perfect because he could be home on any weekdays with them. Then all I was able to find was a full time job. This freaked me out a little bit. I didn’t really want to be away from the girls that much.

However, at the same time, I knew that it would be really good for our family. I knew that if I worked full time for one year that it would create some amazing financial freedom for us, it would bring us to a place that would have take years and years to get to if I did not work full time.

So, I committed to working full time for one year. I didn’t really commit this to God or myself, I committed this mainly to my family. I wanted to do this for my family because I knew that the benefits would be immeasurable in the years to come.

This summer, when it was perfect 80 degrees and my kids were playing at the park and going to the beach, I started looking for a part time job. I started to get really frustrated about not being with them more, although, at the same time, I realized that I like working and it is good for me to be able to be out of the house doing something else on a regular basis. I desperately looked for a part time job for several weeks, sent my resume to numerous organizations, and didn’t get a single call or interview.

About 6-8 weeks ago I decided to completely give up looking for a part time job. I wasn’t finding anything and realized there were several hundred resumes per job opening. Such is the economy right now. Last week, on Tuesday, I wrote my supervisor an email and pretty much said, “Things seem to be working out okay “as is” for now, I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon.” I had previously, back in June, told her that, for many reason not only including my desire for part time work, I would probably not be able to stay past October. I won’t get into all the details. (See, I warned you this was going to be a long story! And remember, this is only one half of what caused my post earlier this week!)

That same day, Tuesday night, I found out about a part time job opening at the same place my husband is working (in a different department). I found out that the job had been open for a little while and that there had been hundreds of resumes submitted, some from different parts of the country. I submitted my resume Wednesday morning anyway, just to see. Exactly one week later, and exactly one year since I made the commitment to my family, I have a new part time job. It’s pretty crazy and my head has just been spinning. I have thought so many times this week, “One week ago I had no idea that I would have a new job this week!” My first day is on Tuesday.

The very best part? My family will now get a family day together every single week! This past year we averaged a family day (where we get to spend a whole day together with each other) once every six months – not exaggerating, at all. I am so excited. I can’t even tell you.