Last Days

How does this kind of stuff just happen to happen? I got my long awaited "promotion" to day shift at UC Berkeley. This includes 40 hours and more sick and vacation pay... no raise, but a definite improvement for me. I thought it wasn't going to happen and then I was truly surprised by a supervisor who granted me with the unexpected news. She, who a week previous had told me, "I don't know what is happening with it. There are no more hours here right now due to the hiring freeze." 

So, I feel very lucky today. It is my last day at my 27 hour a week night job. No longer will I not be able to hang out during the evening with friends or my girl. I can have a creative life again. 

Tomorrow, I also have to end a year and a half of therapy because my schedule is changing and my therapist can't do late sessions.

I feel like I am ready for it and that I will take all of this change in stride. I will take my therapists teachings of mindfulness and compassion and continue on heartily. I have never seen the side of myself I have in the past year. Or maybe I have seen this me before... and I just lost him along the way. It seems like such a long journey to have got to the point of caring about my happiness.

Most stoked today. So stoked in fact, that in an effort to start a creative ritual and to honor and embrace big changes... I started this blog. Heaven help us. Wait... there's no Heaven. Shit.

"25 miles from home, girl; My feet are hurtin' mighty bad..." - Edwin Starr, 25 Miles