Monday morning, Starbucks in hand, I start the second week of my new job.
I can’t say that it doesn’t feel good. It’s always been my dream to write for a magazine…
Professionally, G-d is really pulling through for me. On more of a personal frontier though, I pray frequently for reconciliation and restoration.
I know that G-d’s ways are bigger than my ways, that is why I am not getting too bent out of shape because of this move. I’m actually excited because leaving means that I no longer need to enforce the restraining order. But now, out of spite, I guess there is a no-harassment order against me.
It’s a terrible truth that I must realize, but I can wait if I need to.