For the first time in years the other night, honey asked me how my day was, and I said “good”. I didn’t sigh and talk about the things I couldn’t get done, I didn’t use the word “stressful”, and I didn’t say “I’m just always so busy”. I had a good day. Because finally, I love my job again. It’s been a few years and a lot of hard work, but I’m there.
For awhile I had been feeling like I was doing two jobs – managing a decently sized team of fundraisers and managing my own large event(s). It was overwhelming and exhausting, but I work with very good people and for an organization doing very important work, so I stuck with it. I pushed through too many long and isolating days and I turned down too many fun after work and weekend activities with friends. Then, in January, we made it official and hired someone to do my “second” job. What a difference it makes. For everyone – maybe mostly for the people who ask me “how’s work” and no longer get an earful about how busy I am.
Don’t get me wrong – there is still plenty to do. But it’s manageable and I feel like I have the time and brainpower to do it well. I feel like I can finally support the team and plan for the future. Yes… today I love my job. And that feels really good.