I am so very much feeling the love right now, can barely stand it. I'm employed, albeit at the most boring job I've every had. Window washing? Tree trimming? (machete tree trimming, not tinsel - they don't come that shape without coaxing, trust me) Standing around dressed as a cow promoting frozen yogurt? In heels? All thrilling adventure by comparison. It is, however, the most money I've made and if I can stick it out (and remain conscious) they may be willing to pay for me to go back to school. Large bonuses there. And today I found out that the other job I was going for? Still open, still looking. Something about that pleases. And I got an email back from an old colleague, now heading up another publishing house. There's a job opening that's way entry, very little on the money front, but at a really decidedly groovy house and in a great direction.
I. Have. Options.
And isn't it funny how options equal love? Maybe it's an aquarian thing, maybe it's a "don't fence me in" thing, but having room to grow and do and find - it's necessary. It's oxygen. It's all I need.
How bout you?