Mid-month I heard about a job opening at the community college where my buddy/boss is a professor. The position was for a lab tech in the biology department – my old stomping grounds. A steady, professional, actually-take-home-a-regular-paycheck kind of job. After confirming that I would not be responsible for any live animals or dissections, I spent an entire afternoon/evening/night polishing up my super-dusty CV, and I applied.
As it turned out, my boss had misunderstood how much the job actually payed, and it ended up being significantly less than I’d thought. When I got that news, do you know what I felt?
Which was interesting, because the promise of a steady paycheck sure was appealing. But the thing is, I don’t want to work in a bio lab. Ain’t that the thing. And I took this as a sign (totally don’t believe in signs, but whatevs) that I shouldn’t give up so easily on my actual dreams. Because I have a little time right now, before things get really hairy, and I might as well at least try to pursue my passion . . . right?
So the very next day I woke up and I emailed Victoria Moran, who I’d been going back and forth with, and I said “Yes! Sign me up for the February class at Main Street Vegan Academy!” I just closed my eyes and jumped, committed to an intensive week-long course in New York City, which would happen the following month, and which would result in me becoming a certified Vegan Lifestyle Coach and Educator.
In the final weeks of January, I began blogging again. It was scary, my first post back, but it also felt amazing. And just . . . right. I continued blogging through the end of january, and January made way for February. Life continues. Life is good.
January, and eventually February, felt like a splendid series of small adventures. Of letting go and enjoying life. Of not thinking too hard or trying too hard or worrying too much because man . . . man. When I quit blogging a year ago, I ended my final post with this thought:
If I only get 100 or so years of existence, I better make damn sure that I enjoy them.
And I feel like, finally, that’s where I’m at. I took that realization and I managed to internalize it. It’s part of me now. Thank goodness.
And that’s how I’m trying to live my life.
And I hope that you’re still here, and maybe you’re still interested in living along beside me. I really hope so.
So cheers, to us! And I guess I’ll see you ’round the net.