Change is Good

My sweet husband secretly went up to my job and picked out a card he knew I would love so everyone could sign it. It melted my heart to read the encouraging words and heart-felt send-offs on my last day! I felt so loved.

Welp, I've been at my new job for a couple of weeks now as an editor for a photography company and I wasn't sure if I was going to like it to be honest. There was a lot of new information to take in, learning programs I've never used, & navigating my way on a Mac! Holy learning curve! And it's true - once you go Mac, you never go back. I am now saving my pennies for my own!

But let's talk about the fact that I recently left my job at the bookstore (I worked in the music dept.) of almost 10 years. As happy as I was finally giving my resignation letter, it was also really hard for me. It didn't sink in fully until I had to write the dang thing that I realized how much I was going to miss that dumpy, old building. I've had the privilege of working with some of the best human beings I've ever met that are now my closest friends. It's been my second home since I was 18, so of course I was going to be sentimental. It elicited mad emotions from my cryballs, as Molls would say. I was kind of a mess.

I went through a lot of phases being in that place - and a lot of crazy hair styles too! I was practically born and raised there, as I would tell people. And it was also where I met my husband! Seriously. Could I just have a video montage of every milestone I went through, please?

The last few months were the worst for me. I knew in my gut that it was time for me to leave, that God had something bigger and better for me. It was a nagging feeling for about a year, actually, but He was really tugging at me during this past winter. It revealed to me how much I feared change, which was surprising because I am always so adventurous and spontaneous with everything else in my life. I went after everything I wanted to do - except for leaving this job. 

It was my backup plan for potential failure. And it screamed, "God, I don't have enough faith in you to show me how I can succeed!" That stopped me in my tracks. I didn't want to be that person that was fearful for my future, stagnating my growth, but most of all - forming an unbelief in my Heavenly Father who promised me that He would fulfill the desires of my heart so abundantly, even more than I could ever ask or think! This is what shamed me most.

I was finally ready. It wasn't just all talk. It was actually happening and I was so excited when my husband also had the revelation that this was what I needed to do. So then it definitely became harder on a daily basis to push through the last few months being so close to the end. It was stressful and I threw a few tantrums here and there, but I made it. And it felt SO good.

My initial plan was to work on my felting and knitting, pursue different avenues because I've dabbled in just about everything in the craft/art world, but God's plan and timing are always perfect. I was instantly hired at a photography company to be an editor/shooter where I also have enough free time to work on my craft and freelance photography on the side and whatever else - who knows? It was the best decision I've ever made. I love my job and everyone I work with, and it's also only down the street from my house. It literally takes ah-minute to drive there.. Life is good. 

The moral of my story: Trust in God because He is always faithful. 

Whew! That was a long one. I'm gonna go enjoy this beautiful weather today after all the storms and tornadoes the Midwest endured from last night. I hope you guys have an excellent day! XO.

P.S. Happy 100th post to me!