I am writing this blog post as a thank you.
As some of you know, on August 31st I became unemployed, walking away from a job that I loved because there were just too many red flags being waved at me regarding the company that was taking over medical services at the jail where I worked.
It wasn’t an easy decision. I cried. I waffled, changing my mind on a nearly hourly basis for two weeks. And with every change of my mind I cried some more.
And I prayed.
And every answer I got said to leave. The answers were soft, gentle, subtle: song lyrics that struck home and echoed in my head all day, a whisper of a breeze, a touch of the sun, a knowing that came from seemingly nowhere…
And every time that I made up my mind to leave, I felt a huge sense of peace.
But then fear intruded, and I waffled some more. What if I couldn’t get unemployment? What if I couldn’t find a new job in time to pay the rent after my savings ran out? What if, what if, what if?
I was torn, and the stress was making me physically ill.
But as much as I feared the what ifs, and as much as I knew that I would miss everything about my job, the thought of staying made me feel sick. I had no trust in the things the new company was telling us.
But I also seemed to have no trust in myself to listen to the subtle messages that I was receiving. (I trust my gods, I just didn’t trust that I was hearing Their voices and not my own.)
And then came a series of “last straws” that pushed me into my final decision.
And when the decision was finally made and my key and badge were turned in, the tears that night were not of regret for my decision or for fear of the future: they were tears of loss – I was going to miss that job. (And I still do.)
The decision to leave was the right one.
My stress level (which had been unbelievably high) dropped almost immediately.
And from what I’ve heard from former co-workers who stayed, it was an even bigger mess than I had thought it was going to be. More people have left and more are looking to leave.
September 1st was my first day of unemployment.
October 1st I got a phone call that I had been hired for a job that I had interviewed for last week.
A job that is closer to home and pays better.
It’s different than anything I have ever done before, and I am scared, but this time, around the small brief stabs of fears and self-doubt, and the occasional what ifs, there is an insulating layer of trust.
My gods have led me here, to this new place, this new experience. They have cleared the path and lit the way for me. How can I do anything but follow where They lead, singing in praise and gratitude?
I am blessed.
And I am thankful.