I did get the new job that I had interviewed for. Last week was my first week there as well as my last week at my other job. It made for a tiring week, let me tell ya! I absolutely love the new job. I have never been more welcomed at a job. I am so thrilled to be serving in this capacity for a non-profit organization that I whole heartedly believe in. Not to mention that I am earning more and working more hours, which is always a plus!
I'm still a little scared though. I've been mostly a stay at home mamma for quite some time and now I'm actually going back to "real" (I think I prefer to say "scheduled") work. I've never worked in an office, in a cubicle. I've never dealt with the ridiculous stress that an office lunch hour brings. I mean, I brought lunch and I ate it, but all the while I was wondering what they were thinking about my plate. Was this an appropriate amount of food? Is there anything in my behavior that would have given my struggles away? Is this how normal people spend their lunch breaks, eating together and chatting about life? And no one dies of anxiety in doing it?
I have a lot of what if's going on. What if I gain a zillion pounds sitting on my butt all day long? I won't be chasing my kids all day anymore. What if I relapse badly again and it becomes easily evident to those around me again? What if I grow distant from the dear friends that I have now? Oh that is a big one.
Seriously, we have been in a similar stage of life. Sure, most of them have kids younger than mine, but we are all stay at home moms. How many impromptu play dates at Chic Fil A will I miss before they all have a common bond that I'm no longer a part of? I remember when one of my good friends went back to work after years of staying at home. I remember feeling like she no longer understood the day to day of nursing babies and changing diapers and all of the other things that were still a part of my every. single. day. I remember feeling lonely when she wanted to tell me about her day in the work force, away from her children,when all I had to offer to the conversation was that my baby hadn't lost weight again or had tried a new food. Not that we loved each other less, but we had less in common and it was the start of drifting apart.
I know full well that that could very likely happen again. My kids are all older than theirs and come fall will all be in school all day long. I have freedom that I didn't have when they were younger. Freedom to schedule coffee dates instead of McDonald's Playland dates, freedom to do things in the middle of the day without worrying about naps. I also have the freedom to hold a professional job. Will the differences in our lives, in our day to day, cause us to drift apart also? I know it's the natural ebb and flow of relationships, but I am genuinely afraid of this.
I love my new job, but I am a little scared at how it could change my life. I'm scared of not being able to see the sun whenever I want because I am in a cubicle. I'm scared of sitting still for hours a day, because I have to. I'm scared of not meeting my goals at work. I'm scared that I'm going to burst into tears with the next person who is ridiculously kind to me. I'm scared I will lose my friends and have to start over once again.
And I'm equally excited. I'm excited to open this new chapter of life and see where it takes me. Like a novel I can't put down, that is how I feel about beginning a new season of life.