This has been, in the words of Jonna, a most excellent Monday.
It feels like God stood up, walked to a podium, cleared His throat, and said…
“You may now return to normal.”
“I know that you haven’t had normal in a few years, so it may take some getting used to. And this new normal is not the same as your old normal–I’ve spent the last five years beta-testing it to get all the bugs worked out. It may take you some time to get used to the new features of this new and improved normal. You may have to play with it a bit at first.
“But here it is, freshly released and ready to be used. Enjoy.”
The office construction at my new job is not quite finished. There are still a few cables hanging from the ceiling. The owner’s office is still not finished, stranding him in the bullpen. But is now finished enough that I have my own real desk. It is massive and shaped like a kidney bean with a privacy screen curved across its curvy back.
They are also, I think, not 100% sure exactly what to do with me yet. I don’t think they were planning on hiring a copywriter who also could write and edit code. So my job description is somewhat amorphous at the moment, but should be firming up shortly. Rather like a jello mold. It’s all very exciting, but in a very normal sort of way.
Haven’t worked out my personal schedule quite yet. This getting home at six is going to take some planning. I am dusting off my GTD notes and my Flylady routines.
Have already started a morning prayer and Bible study routine. First things first, and all.
Okay, maybe we’re still getting “normal” out of the box, and sorting through the color-coded wires and cables. But it’s getting there. Really.
I can feel things turning. A long, hard season in my life has been in the process of ending for probably six months or more. And now the new season is creeping in as surely as Autumn is creeping in. So many things I thought I would be wrestling with for much longer just … really aren’t a factor anymore. Truly. I feel a deep sense of peace and acceptance right now.
This isn’t the end of my story: it may be the end of the prologue, though.