I started cleaning out my office today.
Okay, I’ve been working on cleaning it out since last week, but that was mainly just going through files and making sure everything was in order. Today though? Today I’ve actually taken things out and put them in piles to take home.
I use to fantasize about this day. I would imagine how it would feel cleaning things out knowing that I wasn’t coming back. Knowing that I was leaving behind the place that I had called my work home for 11 years.
I’ll be honest; I didn’t actually plan to leave this soon. I had taken a position last year that brought me enjoyment, and I believed that I would hold it for at least a few years. I got wear pretty dress clothes and work at a computer and it wasn’t bad at all.
It still isn’t.
But a month ago a job positing for my company’s corporate office came in and in the back of my mind I gave it some consideration, but shook my head and went on about my day. A few weeks later it felt like a big bomb went off in my head and I just knew I had to at least send in my resume. I thought, this will be a good first step. You already are getting to know people who work there, and now you can get your resume circulating. I honestly didn’t think I would get it, but low and behold I did.
I have everything labeled, sat in on interviews for people wanting my position, cleaned, swept, and organized until there really isn’t anything else left to do.
I started here at 18 back in 2007. It has been my first and only job and it has seen me through some crazy times in my life. I’ve met the best friends I could ever ask for here, learned valuable life lessons, and most importantly, learned about who I am as a person.
It’s the ending of one book and Monday will start a new, blank, book. I’m excited, nervous, and just a little bit unsure, but the only thing in life that is constant is change. You can meet it head on or try to apply the breaks, but it will come.
I’m choosing to meet it and I hope I’m ready for the ride. ✌🏻