In the pit of my stomach… You know the one, you’ve had it before. Your first big game, first day on the job, first kiss.
This is a first for me. My 16+ year daily routine has been broken and I’m filling time with something I’ve not had much experience with. Looking for work!
The butterflies aren’t ones of panic, fear, or dread. They’re of the unknown variety. I’m waiting to see what’s next, what challenges the future holds and, to be honest, I’m anxious. Anxious to get to that next place. When it comes to ‘doing stuff’ that is fairly well defined I can be somewhat impatient. Allow me to explain — I know what I am good at, and I know companies are out there who need my expertise. So let’s get to it already! Yes, that was an oversimplified explanation of my uneasiness, it runs deeper than that.
All of my friends and colleagues tell me to be patient. I understand why this must be. It allows me to see the forest from the trees and will ultimately help me make the right choice in the end. I’ve taken a few days as a breather, concentrated on my basement reno project and will be back at the employment-hunt tomorrow. I’m looking forward to ticking off this week’s to-do list.
The weather in Toronto has been terrible for cycling (my usual head-clearing activity) but hanging drywall, affixing corner-bead, mudding and taping have all been excellent diversions. Unfortunately, it’s just not as good a work-0ut as a hard 40K sprint on the bike. Spring can’t come quickly enough!
