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I’ve had a big few days.  On Friday I interviewed for a position I was encouraged to apply for by a friend.  I haven’t been terribly happy in my current job, but I haven’t been looking for another one either.  Within a few hours of interviewing, I was offered the job.  A job that is really hard to say no to.  The position is a management position within a large community health agency in Spokane in their behavioral health unit, and it will provide me with an amazing leadership opportunity.   Not only would I get to stop talking to people about the chlamydia, but I would be moving up in the community health chain – something I’ve been striving for in my short little career.

I’m scared shitless.  Scared to leave a community of people I’ve been with for a pretty sweet 3 year run.  Scared to leave a job that I know well and am very good at.  Scared to leave a boss that provides me with endless opportunity.  Scared to be a manager at 25.  Scared to be thrown into the fire of a field I’m not all that familiar with.  Scared to do something entirely new.

But I’m also excited.  Excited to be moving up.  Excited for a challenge.  Excited to not call someone only to have them lie to my face and be rude to me when I’m only trying to help.  Excited to make a difference in the community in an entirely different way.  Excited to have a product I feel I can be really proud of.

So I’m going to get a little metaphorical up your in business.  I have recently been teaching myself to sew.  I was pretty overwhelmed at first.  I failed at the simple act of hemming curtains when I started.  I quit for a week or two.  But then I got better.  I hemmed the shit out of those curtains.  So I decided I would take on a new project.  I bought a pattern and some material, and I decided to set out on the task of making a bag.  About 6 hours, some cursing, and one super bruised scissor finger later, I have some pieces to put together.  I know I’m not into the hard stuff yet, but I’ve taken it one step at a time and I’ve made it this far, so I have the confidence now to keep going.  It’s going to take some baby steps, and I’ll probably make a lot of mistakes along the way, but as my mom used to say, I’m a “smart cookie” and I’ll get there.  So I will liken this new job to learning to sew this little bag.  I’m on it, and I’ll get there.

I couldn’t see it yesterday, but this little pile of pieces is going to turn into something great – something I can be proud of.