Ch-ch-changes.

Yesterday's interview went very well. So well, in fact, that I am the newest proofreader at York Stenographic Services and am slated to begin my new position on January 2nd. They had origingally hoped to start me next week, but the higher-ups seemed less than excited about hiring someone three days before the end of the year. Can't think why. ;)

I'm quite excited! To finally be full-timed employed in one of my fields is a hard-won dream. It took long enough, for crying out loud, and I endured a few months of extremely hard times emotionally, spiritually, and financially before arriving here. And I am so thankful to have finally made it to this place. I cannot wait to see what comes next, once I actually begin working.

Most of my dreams are rather plebian: pay down some debt, get a computer, visit the eye doctor (after entirely too long time away), save some money, get my own place. Some are less earthy: find my place in the world, carve out a niche for myself, live a full and generous life once I can meet my own very "bleh" financial obligiations.

I must confess, to my shame, that while I am thrilled and thankful, I am also a little bit afraid. I am afraid that when I am consumed day in and day out with making money so I can make a comfortable life, I'll lose my dreams and my drive, my restlessness that pushes me to seek beyond the surface. I'll fall into a routine of work and teaching and have no real time left for amusement or enjoyment. I'm afraid I'll be consumed by my dayjob and forget how to be a musician. Seriously. I'm afraid I'll forget how to look at the world around me and be awed by it.

But I am thankful for this opportunity and plan to seize it with both hands and just take life a day at a time. That's all any of us can ever do, really . . .