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When the Tide Turns

God, in His infinite wisdom (because who am I to doubt), has decided to inundate me with writing opportunities. And for this, I am incredibly grateful.

I will be able to write from home. Or from the local coffee house. Or from a diner located off US Route 1 in Waldoboro, Maine. (Hello, Moody's!)

I will have to attend weekly staff meetings. Virtually. Which means I can totally wear jeans. Or nothing at all (as long as I have the web cam aimed properly).

I will get paid to pluck away at the computer. Learn things. Research. Share. Collaborate. Write.

I will be able to work late into the night or early in the morning or at any point in between when I deem to be the most productive to my employer.

I will be able to volunteer at the school. Throw in a load of laundry. Meet a friend for breakfast. Work on growing AVERYday Ministries.

And already, you guys? I have met the coolest, neatest, smartest people. People who smile. People who want to teach others what they already know and…

Balance Restored

One positive thing to come out of resigning from my job is that I now have time. Time to do all the things that I wanted to do, that I dreamed of doing, the entire time I was working.

When I was working, taking time off was, well, confusing. Sometimes you had to fill out a form, but not all the times. And sometimes you could take time off even if your co-worker was also gone, but other times you couldn't. And sometimes it was okay to take time off to take your kid to physical therapy, but other times you were told to schedule that kind of stuff after hours. Sometimes I could leave at four o'clock to go to my grief counselor, but other times I had to cancel at the last minute because for whatever reason it was now decided I couldn't leave the office closed for half an hour (even though it was a slow day). I was never good at being able to tell which situation warranted which rule. And that made me exhausted. And crabby.

It was akin to tiptoeing up to your alcoholic mother …