more changes.

I don't do well with change. I never have, whether its good or bad. I like to plan, organize, be consistent.

After only 4 weeks back from maternity leave, I had to leave my job. I could write a BOOK on that situation, but I won't.

Thankfully I got another job quickly, and one I'm really really excited about. I'm trying to see the stress of leaving my job as a blessing in disguise. I'm slowly getting my happy back.

I'll be working as an Executive Assistant/Marketing Manager for a tutoring center, three locations. I'll be working out of the one right here by our house. It takes me less than 10 minutes to get there, it shares a parking lot with our pediatrician, and is maybe half a mile from daycare. I also work MWF, and get two days home with Penny girl. Which is great, to still spend time with her- but also saves us money on daycare. Winning! Eventually I'll be able to do some work from home T/Th which is amazing. So far I'm really enjoying it, and am so excited to be working in something I love: marketing! My employer also encourages learning- already talking about sending me to a social media seminar. Excited is an understatement. I've started looking at various schools and what they offer in a Social Media certification/degree. That will be down the road, cause ya'll-- money doesn't grow on trees around here. But just the thought of going back to school has me SO excited.

Work-wise, my self esteem was torn to shreds. Just totally crushed. I haven't had to go on interviews for years, so I was really nervous. I knocked them all out of the park, and ended up getting some pretty amazing job offers. Two in particular I had to decline, they both told me to get in touch if my situation changes because they'd love to have me. Talk about good for the soul. It made me realize I need to stop selling myself short. I've always applied to entry level positions, reception, etc. thinking that was all I could get since I don't have a degree. This go around I realized I'm worth more, and clearly there are employers out there who think that.

It has been a really rough and stressful few weeks, but I'm slowly recovering.

I always survive, right?