When love was the means and you were the end

A little over a week ago I was sitting at my desk at work ruminating whether it was time for me to move on. We'd been slow since before Thanksgiving; I had plenty of time to ruminate. Well before that, though, the thought of leaving had taken seed. As much as I appreciated the healthy work environment, I was feeling more and more stagnant, restless. There is zero upward mobility at my job and, despite receiving a slightly more than modest raise last year, the pay is too low. And the work had become rote, bordering on tedious; it had become increasingly difficult to be enthusiastic. So, I sat there thinking about these things. And then I got a text from Foley.

He wanted to meet up and discuss a job offer. I knew he had taken on his father's pension appraisal company a year or two ago and that it was starting to really take off. I met with him over coffee last Saturday and he offered me a job doing appraisals at close to double the pay I'm making now. I'd first need to come by their new office space in Woburn to meet with his father, who's soon to retire, but he made it clear the job was mine. His sister Mary, who I've lost touched with, but was close with in the past, and our friend Ken had been on board for awhile; I was looking forward to seeing them again.

I left work early yesterday and interviewed with Foley's dad for a bit. He formally offered me the job and I accepted gladly. I left feeling grateful for the gifts that have come my way. I'll be working with at least two of my closest friends in a small scale work environment and making a lot more money; I'll be carpooling with Foley (he lives a couple of blocks away) and won't have to worry about my car so much; I'm recently engaged. Life is good.

All of this happened while Veronica was away (she comes home tomorrow), but she's been so supportive (she's supportive no matter what I'm doing) and happy for me. Our life together is starting off well. With more financial security between my new job and her teaching, which is starting to boom, we've been discussing things like getting a dog (we're going to get a greyhound thanks to Missy D just about ruining us for all other dogs) and saving money for a new place (we'll stay here as long as we can because of the location and low rent). It'll be such a relief not having to stress about money all the time.

Yesterday marked the three year anniversary of my dad's passing; it was nice having something joyous to discuss with my mother on an otherwise somber day for her. She knows it hasn't always been easy for me in this life. Her joy was palpable.

I'm grateful for the positive changes in my life but I do not chalk them up to mere luck. No, I manifested these changes willfully. Leading up to meeting Veronica, I tweaked a few things about myself that were holding me back from getting what I've always wanted in life and after that, everything fell into the place. We create our realities, magic is real. I know this from experience and honestly don't give a single shit whether you think otherwise.

Well, I should wrap this up. Going to practice yoga for a bit and then maybe finish watching Bergman's The Magician. I'll probably also read from a collection of Susan Sontag essays I just purchased. Or maybe I'll wonder about the Mandela effect and whether it really used to be the Berenstein Bears and not the Berenstain Bears like it is now. Look it up. For the record, I think we can chalk a lot of what constitutes the the Mandela Effect up to the infallibility of the human mind. Look it up and decide for yourself.

Bye, bitches.