Remember that episode of Seinfeld when Kramer got a job? (If you don’t remember, I put a link there so you can watch it, wait a minute, and then remember back to what you just watched. I’m a facilitator. I facilitate.)
Yeah, so . . . that’s me right now. I got a job. I start Tuesday. I’ll be working at Moody Publishers. Back in the city. Back in the carpool. Back in the proverbial saddle. Again.
No more will my commute consist of nothing more than a trip down the stairs. No longer will showing up to work in my pajamas be borderline acceptable. Gone are the days of eating breakfast and lunch with my family, every day. But you know what? I got to enjoy that for three years. I will miss it.
But I won’t miss working essentially on my own every day. I am glad to be back working with a team. And while I’ve never been in love with the commute to Chicago, I am in love with Chicago itself.
So here I go. Back to a real job. And while you might think that means less time with my family, nothing could be further from the truth. The time I spent working from home, near Heather, Addison, and Colin every single day, is time I’ll never lose. Yes, technically I will not be spending as much time at home with them as I used to, but the time I had with them I will carry in my heart always. It is a deposit into an account from which I’ll never have to withdraw. Less time? No way. Those moments will never diminish. The memories will never dwindle. And I will never feel sorry for having hoarded them greedily.
So, if you’re wondering if I’m disappointed, the answer is Hell no. I’m excited. I’m thankful. I’m ready. And I’m sure you’ll be hearing from me again.