Let’s pick up where we last left off. The longer it lasted the harder it got; the unpredictable, constant disappointment of job searching and unemployment. Corey jokes that it was a rough three months for him (since he had to deal with me), but seriously it was harder for me than I showed. That may seem hard for those around me, seeing as I was pretty gosh darn difficult to live with, but it did something to me mentally. My sister often jokes that I need counselling, and I got to the point that I actually considered it. Deep down I knew it was entirely situational, so I stuck with it; struggled but strived.
And here I am!! I feel like I’m 11 years old and I just got my letter in the mail (yup I went there. Anyone? Anyone?). What I’m trying to say is that I was thrilled and excited to finally receive a job offer. And it’s a big girl, business attire, commute into the city job! I have my own desk in downtown Toronto, literally in the middle of Yonge and Dundas Square – a proud moment. I won’t get into details about a business type job that I’m sure will bore you to tears, but I’m thrilled and super happy to finally be doing something I actually want to do. My struggles, self-doubt and all-over feeling of negativity towards myself have indeed been lifted. See….I told ya it was situational (excuse me as I scold myself for being silly).
After two weeks of the job, I’m still not sure I’m used to the commute. I knew that would be a tough thing to get used to. From where I live it’s 5 minute drive to the train station, an hour on the train into the city, then either a 3 minute subway ride to the office, or the 20 minute walk that I always opt for. So a hearty hour and a half commute. The mornings don’t seem that bad – I’m an early riser and a morning person – but the evenings are killer when I just want to get home after a long day. But I’m sure it will just take a few more weeks for me to adapt. I’ve slowly been re-jigging my gym schedules so that I don’t neglect it completely. I’ve generally been exhausted, but I’m pushing myself to go at least three times a week still. Now if I could only find and invest in a good pair of shoes that are attractive, work appropriate, and won’t give me blisters!! My poor feet.
I’m so thrilled to be out of that rut. I would love to just forget about the last three months, but the tough and amazing things I learned from it all are not easily forgotten. I can’t wait to see what the next few months, and hopefully years, have in store for me in this new life!! I can’t stop smiling. I want to thank all of you who sent me lovely comments and words of encouragement over the past three months, you guys are the best!