7and8

For those of you who do not know yet; I got a job.
It's a seasonal, temp thing doing one of the things I do best. Now comes the test of 'do I enjoy it as much as I am good at it?'
I'm not jumping for joy or singing "Can't touch this" like I did when I got my first jog because 1)Hammer does hurt some people and 2)at this point in the at-home gig I don't know how we ever managed when we both worked.
I'll miss walking the dogs and not being in a hurry and being able to drop everything to handle a crisis or just for the fun of dropping everything.
I've been confused, upset, depressed and unsure about being at home over the years but I have never been 'sad' (in my experience sad is profoundly different than depressed).
I am, however, sad to leave it. I find myself hoping I don't like the gig or the lifestyle it requires even though I know I like being in the game.

This is why I BLOG to y'all:
As I sit here typing I realize I'm sketching this as a black and white decision. I hope I can remember in the thick of the new routine that I don't don't have to have it one way or another. I can create a path that works for us and for those parts that don't work I can refine or reject them.

Here is to enjoying the view from our own paths.