One of My Loves

One of my loves happens to be work, or maybe more accurately my career. I love to work hard. I love what I do. I love the field that I am in. I love responsibility. I love to learn from brilliant executives. I love to be under pressure, at high demand, and to over deliver. I haven't always done a good job balancing everything, but I've tried to. I'm often critical of what I could be doing better, accomplishing more, etc., but this week I heard something that made me pause and really appreciate what I've accomplished in my twenties. And, it also reaffirmed that now is a good time to start a family. Selfish as this may sound, (okay, not "may", but "does") I had a lot of soul searching to do regarding starting a family and the potential impact it could have on my career. My work is what has gotten me through the tough times of my twenties. It has been the place that I've buried my head in the sand in hopes of when I pull it back up I will be able to breathe again.


Then I changed jobs, and I've felt like I've been on a sabbatical from my career ever since.


Then I got a phone call from a health system in Oregon.


They brought me in for an interview last week. I was with the same health system for over 6 years before starting with my current company. I didn't interview for my current job, it was more like a series of coffee shop chats. That's just how our small company works. Very informal. So, this new situation was very different. I don't know anyone who really likes to go on interviews, but after being on site for four hours Friday afternoon, it felt more like an afternoon at work than an afternoon of interviews. At the end of the day I was referred to as a powerhouse.


I have no idea whether I will get an offer for this job or not. I have no idea if I do get an offer whether Jake and I would really be able to pack up and move away from our lives here in Idaho. We've been here for almost 8 years! I feel more equipped for becoming a first time parent then I do for making this decision. In fact, I would joyfully take a newborn in my arms tomorrow. I could not, however, make this decision tomorrow. Good news is I don't have to worry about it yet. I won't hear back for a couple of weeks.


I swear our lives have been pretty status quo (in a good way) until we decided to become parents. I'm on the fence on whether to consider all this new stuff as "pieces falling into place" or "all hell is breaking loose".


Either way....my mantra for the next couple of weeks (nothing like a little positive self talk) is that I'm a powerhouse and I have failth it will work out the way it is supposed to. :)