The coming of spring in Seattle is sorta like the coming of Meshiach. We even had the plague of barad (hail) rain down on us yesterday.
Both come with their fair share of growing pangs. My pang came Monday as I (finally) resigned from my job, effective March 15. Of course, my (over-reactive) boss had different plans for me. On Tuesday, I found out that Wednesday (yesterday) would be my last day.
I felt blacklisted.
After an emotional last 72 hours, I find myself blissfully unemployed, Purim-prepping (our Moishe Purim-palooza will be extravagent and awesome on Saturday night), and a bit in shock with...time off.
The plan is the relish the time off, get my mintranet things due in on time, and learn guitar. Oh, and pray more. I appreciate my relationship with the divine, but I have been super tuned out since taking this job...mostly because if I took notice of the beauty of the world, I would be sad at how I could not enjoy it. Ah, but that too did pass, and I finally woke us...just in time for spring, my 28 birthday, and planning for how to become engaged with my sweetie with true kavana.
Hope other Moishe-niks are enjoying this season of transition!
1 comment:
wow dave - big transitions - thanks for your honesty. hope you'll think about giving me a call for a phone sesh if need be. thinking of you down in the city by the bay. may your purim be off the hinges.
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