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They Are Always Watching…

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I’ve been struggling with the idea of moving. The physical. The emotional. It’s overwhelming. I’ve lived more than 40 years in southern California and I’m leaving everything.

I quit my job last week. I didn’t expect it would be easy but I wasn’t ready for how hard it was. Two of my staff members cried the entire meeting. One of them asked if they could go with me. To TEXAS. When I said that wasn’t possible, they said they are considering leaving the agency since I’m not there.

That was unexpected. And just freaking sweet.

Upper management was notified today during a meeting I missed. One of the director’s called me crying. “Please tell me it isn’t true” he said when he reached me on my cell phone. We’ve worked together 4 years. I’ve never seen him cry. “I’m a hard a**. I know it. But this is personal. I’m devastated. Please tell me you are going to change your mind. Please.”

My phone hasn’t stopped ringing. My e-mail is full. My heart is devastated. My boss has e-mailed me three times. More money. A promotion. Remote as long as I want. If there was a kitchen sink, they would have thrown it in.

None of these fix that California isn’t what I want anymore. Remote is appealing but so many of the reasons I’m awesome at what I do is because I’m great at people. People in person. I want remote but I’m better at people. My success is because of that.

I ran 20 miles this weekend. I sobbed for 17. BTW, SUPER hard to cry and still keep a good mile time. Crying produces horrible mile times. But this is growth. I’m not taking the easy way out. It sucks.

Last night Chris was working which meant I worked all day then made dinner. I’m an emotional train wreck at this point and crying is a daily part of my life. I turned on the kids Spotify playlist on the speakers and blasted it (gotta keep it PG with the kiddos) while making lettuce wraps and started dancing in the kitchen. I threw my arms up in the most obnoxious dance to try to keep me from falling apart. All four kids threw their hands up and started dancing with me. I so often forget that they look at me to see what is normal. How they should react when life throws them challenges. I watched as eight arms flailed in the air and thought, ‘You’ve got to be an example’. We laughed and danced to Marshmello.

This is going to be a hard year. Yes, I need to be real but I also need to keep four kids afloat. Kids are watching.

Throw your arms up and dance.


So, what do you think ?