Are our lives written as chapters?
With the change of jobs after 12 years it makes me wonder. It feels like the old chapter has closed and new one is about to begin. I’ve never really thought of it that way despite being a writer. Despite having sat to start writing my memoirs of writing a few years ago I never quite put life into the context of a book with scenes and chapters and sometimes even THE END followed by a sequel.
I am back in my room, at least for this post! I carried my laptop upstairs last night and set it on the desk exactly for this moment. How does it feel? Good actually. This is my usual Sunday morning stomping ground, or it was until almost 2 years ago when I got the new laptop and I left it on the dining room table which then became my main workspace as the writing desk in my room became the new headquarters for recently worn clothing that may or may not need to be washed… you know the pile… you have one. We all have one!
So Friday was my last day at the office. This past week was very teary for me especially on my drives to and from. The mood in the office was subdued and I had many of the patients that I had contacted ahead of time drop in for last hugs, farewells, well-wishes and even some parting gifts. That’s not why I notified the 60-odd that I was departing, I notified them because I helped them in some way, and they left an impression on me too. I know I don’t have to do it but many have also become my friends and I’d like to maintain contact even if only to help them in the future if I can.
So my new adventure begins on Monday, well, one of my new adventures. I had written up, to the best of my ability, the descriptions for the wellness studio and submitted them for critique and editing but haven’t heard anything back yet. That’s okay, with starting the new job I feel the need to postpone that, still.
As for writing, well, I do hope that I can get up and functioning for NaNoWriMo in November. Hoping I can find some storyline that will help boost me easily to 50,000 words!
I feel like I am on extremely unsteady ground, or as in my favourite song, stormy waters. I guess the question is “where do I go from here?” “What happens from this point?” I’ve spent 12 years with the same schedule going to the same place and now all that is changing. It’s amazing how, as we age, we become less adaptable to change. I know some of us have no issues whatsoever but I do. Maybe it’s simply because I had so much negative over the course of my life that the idea of change is a scary one. After all I don’t like horror movies and the idea of scary!
So, I will go now and get ready for a party this afternoon…