Nothing is permanent. Eventually this life we cherish so comes to an end and all of our worldly possessions no longer matter. My father always says, "Kid, you can't take it with you". He was never upset with me for unintentionally destroying something or if a family member obsessed over a material item or money.. he would kindly remind me by reciting this line.
Recently, I opted for a change in my career and left my employment of 11 years for a new adventure. While in the same industry, this change will move my husband and two children... oh, and did I mention that I left my job of 11 years?
There had been days leading up to my last day at my beloved job that I wondered, "Will I ever be as happy as I am here?" or "Will I enjoy the people at the new job as much as I do this one?". And here I am typing in my hotel room, 80 miles from my husband and children (sleeping away from home a couple nights a week until the move), and somehow I feel like it is all perfect.
My children are moving to a beautiful part of Upstate New York, to a town where the earth and health are top priorities. I recently learned that the daycare around the corner from the hotel I manage has a vegetarian menu. Oh! And the local yoga studio is across the street.
And, btw, the people here are just as caring and human as the people there. While I couldn't take it with me, the comfort that is, all I had to do was let go of it for a short while... and here I am again, nice and comfy.
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