I was just reading this post from last year at this time and I am amazed at how different I feel this year. Last year I was fried. I just remember being totally stressed, unhappy, exhausted, unable to relax, and jumpy and jangly. I was in such a bad place. I remember anticipating my week off not with joy but as something that I couldn’t live without. I don’t even remember having fun that week: I think I just sat on the couch in a catatonic state (slight exaggeration) and slept. It was about all my stressed out body and mind could take.
This year is different. I am in a much better place mentally. I enjoy my job and I am doing work that suits my interests and abilities. I am not good at, and I never enjoyed all of the number crunching and data analysis I did at my last job. I am much happier doing research, writing, and working on more social, communications-type things. I need to be able to be creative in order to be happy. I have that now and I am glad that I learned that about myself. I’ve also learned that I hate commuting. Not only for the time it takes but also because working where I live is important to me. I like the feeling of working in my community. I like the fact that the majority of the people I work with are my neighbors. I like that we all share the goal of improving our neighborhood and city and that even if we don’t agree on everything at least we share a common goal and a love for the place we’ve chosen to live.
I like that Gist no longer has a commute and loves her job. The fact that we both love our jobs and don’t have to spend 3.5 hours getting to them has made a huge difference in our relationship. We’re calmer, less likely to snap and, most importantly, not exhausted all the time.
I am thankful for the changes that have brought me here today. I am thankful that I am not completely fried and jumpy all of the time. I am thankful that my life is in balance.