Change Can't be Planned....

It has been quite awhile since I wrote my last blog and I apologize to my large fan base for my absence (please note the sarcasm).  Quite a bit has happened in my life over the past 6 weeks and if there is one thing that I have come to realize, it is that change can't be planned.  The basis of my blog is about taking change one step at a time.  It seemed like a great concept when I was attempting to tackle my financial hurricane of spending, or when I "planned" to make March all about working out and getting in shape.  But, apparently life can throw you some cruveballs, and over the past 6 weeks weeks I got hit with quite a few.  Although where I am right now is not exactly where I assumed I would be, I can say with assurance that the 12 month allotment I gave myself to change has fast-tracked itself and I am the happiest I have been in years. 


In the beginning of March I woke up one morning and found myself suddenly single (literally got dumped in the morning).   While I could go on and on about what I have learned from this relationship and the "soul searching" that didn't happen, I am not Carrie Bradshaw.  The fact of the matter is that my ex and I had very little in common.  He is a wonderful person and I have nothing but respect for him, but in hindsight it was not a good match.  Having similar friends and hanging out at the same bars is not a recipe for happily ever after.  The best part about becoming single is realizing that you can take the time to be as selfish as you want to be.  I make dinner with my roommates, go to bed early, go to bed late, go out to dinner with friends, etc...Now, I was never held back from doing any of these things in my last relationship, but right now I only have to think for myself, and I love every second of it!

Curveball #2 was a new job opportunity.  My job at the time involved mass amounts of traveling and working from a home office.  I used to think this would be a golden opportunity...false.  Working from home + driving in the car for 7 hours a day = schizophrenia (I realize this is my second reference to schizophrenia and I am starting to wonder if I may be on to something....).  Regardless, it was miserable.  I am now a firm believer that if you are unhappy in your professional life, your mood and attitude are directly affected 24 hours a day.  My new career has me working in an office, Monday-Friday, 8am-5pm.  Although this sounds monotonous, it is the opposite.  Everyone in my office is under the age of 35.  Jokes are constantly flying, and the atmosphere is extremely positive.  I am excited to go to work every morning, and I know longer have the Sunday Scaries (you know, when you spend the weekend partying and can't sleep on Sundays due to extreme anxiety about the work week and your bank account).  So my happiness with my career has been directly translating over to my personal life.  Probably because I now spend all of my personal time with my coworkers.....I can imagine many blogs will be written on office dynamics. 

To avoid making this blog too long, I am going to wrap up and continue with my preaching in a few days.  And while I dont plan on continuing with attacking a different issue each month (what did we learn today? Change can't be planned), I will keep the same name for the blog and hope that 12 notable changes happen to me this year.