I’m telling this story in a moment where I’m pretty proud of how it happened. I’m not sure I’ll always feel that way about it.
I went to therapy yesterday without a lot of pressing stuff to talk about. I talked about my balance stuff, I talked about feeling like I’m getting better at manageable conflict (I’m an Enneagram 9— conflict is not my gift, but I’m getting better at speaking when I need to speak or staying in conversations where I would typically have chosen to change the subject.)
I’m not proud of this, but the subtitle of this could be “the schadenfreude edition.”
So the saga of choir continues. The new director is back, and I was scheduled to be on time (instead of my usual 2-3 minutes late, even though I’m frequently the first one there), last night as I got out of my car.
Things have been super-chaotic, both going into and coming out of Labor Day weekend. I knew this last weekend would be stupid-busy, and didn’t see a way to steer around it, so I was intentional about making Labor Day weekend less crazy.
And so it was.
A couple of job postings that have come my way have me curious, lately. I don’t think either one of them would replace my full-time job, so part of me doesn’t want to go down the road of figuring out whether they’re a fit, because I’m really not looking for a side hustle. Another part of me has this vision of a life filled with more of the things I love (a little cooking, a little teaching, a little writing, a lot more control over my time), and if I’m going to say no to them when they cross my path, exactly how is anything going to change?
So I think I may apply for them both, and if I get them, figure it out from there. I’m not a particularly likely candidate for either, but I think saying no to opportunity will discourage it from approaching me, and I want opportunity to knock as often as it may.