Sometimes it's a good thing. Sometimes not so much. Either way, there's always stress of some kind.
Last Monday I was let go from my job after 14 years. I hadn't been happy at my job since I was transferred in January. Apparently I was unhappy enough to make some decisions "they" weren't happy about. Oh well. I still stand by my decision, & when I lay my head down each night, it is without guilt.
I got so upset about things that I agreed to go back on all of my meds to help with the stress. I couldn't think straight & was crying all the time. I was constantly angry at the world. Life at home was affected which meant I was unable to be the wife & mother that I want to be. My behavior directly affects David & Erin. I was tired of it.
Instead, I have made the very conscious decision to be fine. I'm not going to allow their foolish decision to direct my life. I'm still a little lost. After all, I've been working at one thing or another since I was old enough to babysit. Last Thursday after I dropped Erin at school, I was driving back home & called David. I asked him "So now what do I do?" Being the supportive guy that he is, he told me to go home, relax & start scrapbooking. As far as he is concerned, I should take a break. My friends seem to agree.
Each day I'm trying to do some chores around the house - things that I've wanted to accomplish but have been too busy working. Laundry is the bane of my existence. I truly despise doing it, but as of right now, I have to fold the towels & I'm done for tonight. Of course, it will start up again tomorrow, but 90% of it is done.
I'll start looking for another job in earnest next week. But for now, I'm fine.