mundane

Help! It's happening. We're moving. That is a for sale sign in the front yard. 

It's awful. The goodbyes. The packing. The signing of real estate papers. But, the worst of it right now is the job search. I want to feel full of hope and joy at new prospects. I know I'm a great hire. I work my booty off and provide quality care to patients and families. I focus on being ethical and kind. The folks at Bradford know this about me. It's just that the people hiring in Nashville don't necessarily know this. I have to sell myself and at times I feel that I'm boxed in. "Oh, so you do addiction work?" Yes, but also trauma and grief and family systems and dual diagnosis. I really want to work with children and adolescents. I need to find my "in" to this world. I could do more addiction work, but I feel totally burned on it at the moment. I'm praying for God to take me to the right job. That I will be patient with the process and that I will be selective which to me means not too picky, but not too desperate. 

I will miss this sweet house with its sweet memories. What I'm enjoying about the moving process is the focus on quality time, gifts, and kind words. I want this to be part of my daily life and not just at times of change. I want people to know how important they are to me on a regular basis. I want to give thoughtful gifts. I want to prioritize time with friends and family. And, I wish I could hear the nice things people are saying to me now on a regular basis, particularly in the midst of mundane, every day life. The nice things I've heard over the past few weeks would have gone a long way towards sustaining me during difficult therapy days. I hope to learn from this and provide this for my friends during their difficult or mundane days. 

Anyone want to buy a house? I've got one.