A new season.

Yesterday was a really, really good day. I got the news I had hoped I'd get.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up. If you've been reading my blog long, or know me in real life...you know its been one long summer. All those crazy emotions I had been feeling eventually got me thinking about my career.
I love being a social worker. To me, there's just nothing better than meeting people where they're at and helping them overcome challenges and feel supported.  But the job I got after graduation in May is, in a word, draining. I spent a lot of time privately praying and reevaluating my desires and limits.  And, with the risk of seeming flighty or like I was failing... I started looking for another job. I didn't know when I started, though, the patience and trust that would be involved. Lots and lots of waiting.
Yesterday, I got the news my heart had been waiting for.  I've got a new {and much, much less draining!} job. I {nervously} gave my notice at my current job.  And I breathed a really big sigh of relief.
I really, truly feel now that my season of overwhelming grief and confusion and well, just no fun...is over. I'm excited for this new season, both figuratively and literally. New job...here I come!