Here it is the 26th of September already. I’m four days from being finished with my move back home to Gadsden. I have been so excited all these months but now that it is here, I have some trepidation.
You see, I had it all worked out with my employer that I could work from home a few days a week and be in the office on Monday and Friday. Since I was traveling so much it didn’t really seem to matter to anyone anyway because I was gone so much.
But then my position with the company got moved. I went to work for the marketing department (even though I kept the same job title) and my duties have changed somewhat. Now, I may not be able to work from home at all. That scares me to death.
My move home was done for three reasons; I wanted to be closer to my friends and family, my Mom needs help because she doesn’t drive, and to be honest, it is cheaper to live in a small town.
The thing is, if I have to drive the almost eighty miles to work every day, I run the risk of being worse off financially. That is not good. That means that I am going to have to find work closer to home and give up a job that, until recently, I love.
Believe me, I am nowhere near where I thought I would be at age 43. I figured there would be some stability in my life. There is almost none.
The good news is I am very good at turning a bad thing into a good thing, so I will survive and bounce back. I’m just tired of bouncing.
After all, it’s not the fall that kills ya, it’s the sudden stop at the end of the fall.
Until next time…..