About three weeks ago I started a new job. In fact it was an old job but a new position. Two years ago I left a job I loved because I knew there was no way for me to progress in it. It was a hard decision but I knew that the time was right. The move was a promotion to the next rung up in the field I worked in and I was looking forward to the change and the chance to learn and improve my skills.
Within 6 months of the change I knew I’d made the wrong choice. The job was right but the company wasn’t and I missed the old place immensely. Flash forward two years and the week I returned from Paris I found a vacancy back in the old company and in the location I had worked in previously. I jumped at the opportunity and the rest, as they say, is history. I got the job and I got back to the company I love.
Three weeks in and I keep feeling like I have to mentally check myself. I love my job, I love the challenge and the people I’m working with are great. It’s not an easy job and I’m still finding my feet. The company has changed, there’s lots to learn and there are new obstacles, but there is room for growth and time to breathe and have fun.
For the first time in two years I’m not feeling overwhelmed in the run up to Christmas, and for those who read regularly or who know me in reality, you will know it’s my favourite time of year. I’m so excited for Christmas this year and I can’t wait to get stuck into the festivities.
I’m starting a new chapter and I’m excited to see where it leads.