Oh hi!

How about how I haven’t updated in over a month? It’s pretty awesome. I mean, unless you want to know what’s going on with me, in which case, not awesome.

So after my birthday it was basically Thanksgiving, more or less, and we went to McAllen to see Dave’s fam. We stayed there 4 days and when I got back I applied for a job. Same company, different type of position.

I spent weeks and months (years, one might argue) telling anyone who would listen why we needed this position on our team. And then someone asked if I’d want to do the job. It’s not a design job, it’s more of a leadership role, and certainly one I felt capable of. I decided to apply for it.

The job posted and then I felt like a deflated balloon. Two weeks went by. I waited until the last minute to apply and even then didn’t officially chat with anyone about the position until a week before the interview. And then, like a snowball into an avalanche, I got more and more excited. I was excited about the ways in which I could help the various aspects of my team, my coworkers, the stores. I was excited about how I could grow, leadership aspects of myself I could develop and hone. I was terrified of the responsibility of certain parts of the job. It’s a new position on our team and there’s a giant chunk of chaos that’s been existing on our team for a while and it’s this new person’s job to organize it and make it better for our team. But even that was an exciting challenge.

And if I didn’t take this opportunity to challenge myself in these new ways and instead chose to stay comfortable, how could I respect myself professionally?

I had been out of town every weekend for some reason or another- wedding, wedding shower, etc. for the 3 weekends leading up to the interview and so I was a bit of a wreck before the interview. At home anyway. At work I was nervous, anxious but still confident. I’d prepared enough and I felt like I had my shit in order and was ready for the challenge.

And I got the job.

Like I said, it’s not a design role but I’m kind of okay with that. I’ll have to become a master at spreadsheets (thank baby jesus for Apple’s Numbers because Excel makes me twitch) and it’s more of an organization/communication role. I can find other ways to be creative in my life, not super worried about that. (Oh, and it involves a lot of travel, so baby-making plans are on hold. Might even go back on the pill so I don’t-surprise!-get my period and end up doubled over and groaning while I’m in a meeting or worse, throwing up between listening/taking notes/giving advice.)

I’ll be in my current role until January 9th, after I get back from my cousin’s wedding Caribbean cruise trip. (Also, holy crap, I’m going to Puerto Rico in 11 days!) THEN I get to start saving the world, one spreadsheet at a time.