So, two weeks into my new job and I love it. It's hard to explain, in fact, I had a dream last night in which I was trying to explain it and it barely made sense. I like being able to walk to work, the people are great, I have a lot of freedom to use what I am naturally good at to help people... This is such a far cry from where I have been the last few years. I was thinking about it last night as I went to bed. Most of my working life has been filled with the struggle to prove myself to people who didn't care to know who I really am. Or, trying to get out from under someone who abuses power to meet their own ends.
It's strange to let go of so much stress and not have another stress to fill that space up with. It's like I don't know what to do with my hands and all the extra energy I've found. I bought myself flowers and started knitting a new sweater... I'll always have a very long list of stuff to accomplish.
So, last night as I closed my eyes I heard myself saying a little prayer about not allowing myself to step back into those places ever again and I heard HIS voice whisper to me, "My arms are longer than that, they always have been."