2 posts ago, I wrote a looooong post about how I may never be a grown-up and how I've had lots and lots of jobs (or so it seems).
And I think that God sometimes sits up in heaven and (while watching me type that suuuper long post) says, "Hahaha.. This should be fun! She has NO idea!"
In a humorous way, of course.
Because I truly had no idea. Still don't perhaps. But that is neither here nor there.
What is here is a new job. Or to be more exact, an old job but better.
On Wednesday, I was offered the position of Assistant Manager at the bookstore where I used to work.
It's a full-time position.
Which is a blessing, because with Stephen in school and doing church stuff and working part-time at the bookstore, he is way busy.
And I haven't been. And that has been hard for me.
But I'm also feeling a little sad.
Because it's a real grown-up job.
While working at the church had some serious drawbacks, I liked the freedom and flexibility I had there. If Stephen got home early, I could ask to leave early and meet him at home.
Or if my parents were flying into DFW with a long layover, I could ask for the day off to drive up and see them.
Or if I wanted to take 14 days off after Christmas so that Stephen and I could go to Washington, I could.
Now I'll be in a job where time off is accrued and I have to fill out requests for time off and going to Washington after Christmas for 14 days is impossible (but we might be able to do 5 or 6 days.. we'll see)
Stephen sometimes tells me that I over-think.
It's true, I do.
And sometimes I agonize more after I've made a decision than while I was trying to make it.
But I do think that this is a good move for me. I already know some of what I'll need to do, I know a few of the people I'll be working with, and I know the manager above me (who is an excellent boss).
I'm excited and scared and I feel blessed and nervous and I think that God is upstairs chuckling and saying, "Just stick with me, kid, and we'll do this together."
And that makes me feel better.