To Fly

I’ve been at the same company for eight years, two months and twenty-eight days. Today it is my last. Professionally and personally I’m making a really exciting change and I’m totally thrilled.

Of course it’s bittersweet. I’m leaving a lot behind. Particularly in the past year or two, I’ve made some glorious friends, had some exciting adventures. There are memories and people burned in my heart forever more.

But it’s the right thing at the right time. I heard about, applied for, interviewed & got the job, and found an amazing apartment in exactly one week. How’s that for providence? My new home is in the heart of a dynamic city that I love, and brings me closer to a bevy of friends who are truly part of my extended family. It has music and theater opportunities. Art and culture. Tons of delicious food options. There’s so much to do, so many interesting people to meet, but still it isn’t the steel and glassed in, claustrophobic nightmare of a huge city. In fact I can walk to both the center of downtown, as well as to the waterfront park, the bike path, the farmers’ market, and multitudes of other outdoor activities, right from my place. Amazing.

It’s funny how people react when you are leaving. I’ve never been a “cool kid,” and yet I was amazed and touched at how many of the choir peeps came to my going away party (complete with a custom written farewell parody song!). The outpouring of genuine encouragement, coupled with regret has been profoundly moving.

On the other hand I think it is absurd the number of people who spew platitudes. People who haven’t bothered to make any effort to contact me, essentially since The Big Break-Up, but now are gushing with “you are going to be sorely missed.” (Where the heck were you when I was RIGHT HERE?)

Then there’s the third group, people who I thought would care, and who haven’t even said “good luck” or “good-bye.” It’s a little sad, but at the same time frees a little regret from my already over-full, overwhelmed psyche.

People constantly surprise me.  But for once it’s about me. Today I believe I can fly. And I shall.

“A bird sitting in a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because her trust is not in the branch, it’s in her own wings.”

bird-on-branch


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