Friday, November 15, 2019
I have so much to cherish (a devoted husband, healthy children, a good education and an amazing life already led.) But as I get ready to hit the milestone that many dread (age 50) I have begun to feel the beginning tremors of change that will shake my incredibly comfortable and happy life.
The job that I loved and worked joyfully for more than 12 years will end in May 2020 when the company closes. I am grateful that I have plenty of time to prepare but am still staggered by the thought of leaving this office that I love, the co-workers who have become like family and the security of a fun, well-paid challenging job.
In less than a month my best friend of 10 years will move to a new home far from here. It is a change that she chose and I envy that this move is of her own volition and action. And as much as I know that texting, calling and all of the different ways of communication that are available these days will keep us close it just won't be the same. Her friendship has made me lazy when it comes to making friends so I find myself saying goodbye to someone who is, essentially, my only close friend. I have many acquaintances but none (at least for now) can compare or compete.
Yesterday one of those very same acquaintances was listening to my woes of impending loss of a friend and, not long thereafter, the loss of my job. She wisely said that comfort can be dangerous. Getting comfortable with life, a job, a salary, a friend -- or anything else --- can lull one out of the desire, will and courage for change. She said that these changes (although not my choice) may, in fact, be what I need. These changes may (as the old cliche goes) result in one door closing but more or better doors opening instead. Those words inspired me. They inspired me to embrace these changes.
Time to let go. Then I can start looking for those ubiquitous doors. Those big, beautiful, wonderful open doors of new opportunity, new challenge and new experiences.
A journey awaits.