Often it can take time to see the repercussions of our choices. How much time? Well that depends on the choice. Trying on a pair of pre-baby, non-stretchy jeans? Instant regret. Going in for the sixth slice of cheese pizza? Could be a problem, you'll know later tonight. Decided to take out student loans and halfheartedly get a degree in fashion development? Give that one about 5 years to really sink in. After taking a new job I expected the first several weeks to be just short of miserable. I knew there were going to be tons of growing pains and I wouldn't know if I made the right choice for months, maybe. So it blew me away when I got home the very first day feeling...different. Shockingly lighthearted and free. Like one of Bob Ross' happy trees finding it's special place by the stream.
Which is all especially weird considering the job is in the assessment and taxation department of the county... The very definition of glamour, I know. For a minute I thought I had waaaay oversold myself on my resume. Clearly I was out of my league thinking that I could operate a spreadsheet AND Google mail at the same time. Also I don't know anything about county appraising. Or taxes. And I'm pretty sure sleep deprivation isn't the ideal state for taking in new information. It wouldn't be long before they found me for a fraud and my extravagant foray into the world of adulthood would be over... But then like a pheonix rising from the ashes my critical thinking skills kicked in. At this point I can confidently make decisions, push buttons, and by golly, I process the hell out of those spreadsheets!
I feel incredibly lucky to be surrounded by a team of friendly, intelligent and downright hilarious people. I think that's the key here. The whole experience would have been different if I was among the stuffy, boring middle aged men I was expecting. Instead we have a varied crew with vastly different backgrounds who are supportive and know how to make work life fun and interesting. So you know, that's cool.
As for Roman, he doesn't seem to be bothered about our routine change. He's happy to continue going to Grammy's for now (he's on a daycare wait list for April), and although he enjoys spending time with me he doesn't seem desperate for the constant attention he was accustomed to. That puts me at ease, but also, seriously? Not even a little bummed? Dude. He could at least skip pushing my face away when I kiss him goodbye in the morning. I mean, he's eating breakfast and maybe a million jillion kisses seem like overkill, but still. Come on. At least he started sleeping through the night. Miracles do come true.
So all in all it's going quite well. I agonized over the decision to step away from my family and go back to work, but I'm happy with the choice I made. I feel like I have a more balanced life. This year is quickly coming to an end, and I'm stoked that next year I will start out stronger than ever. <3