I’ve kept a diary since I was in third grade, and one thing has always been true: The more interesting my life gets, the less I write. 🙂
So you might take that to infer that my lack of activity here indicates that interesting things have been happening. And… you’d be somewhat right.
The most significant thing is, I’ve changed jobs again. This time you might even say I’ve changed careers! I’m still in accounting, but doing something completely different and in a completely different industry.
Around August, it became apparent that my health could no longer sustain the travel my job requires. I was diagnosed with Juvenile Rhuematoid Arthritis as a child. Since my teenage years, I have only had a minor flare here or there, easily controlled by over-the-counter meds and the occasional cortisone shot. But, in November of last year I began to have more serious symptoms. The cortisone shot didn’t help this time. It would ebb and flow, but things got progressively worse as the year went on. After a particularly tiring work trip that included almost 24 hours in a airport due to delayed flights, I just kind of fell apart. It was time to make a change
This is kind of a big deal because I’ve worked really hard at building a career in my current niche, and I was good at what I did, and I was paid well, etc. However, it was more than just my health. I don’t say these kind of things often, but I felt that God was telling me I needed to make a change, and now.
So… I did.
Several things have happened since then that I won’t get into here, but have confirmed that this was the exact right thing to do. Besides that, I am loving my new job, loving my short commute, loving having regular hours, and my marriage is improving.
Also! I think I’ve cooked more in the past month than I have in the past two years (which might be part of the aforementioned “marriage improvements”…)
The latest addition to my recipe book is this. I was looking for a recipe to use up some ham pieces I had, and when I came across the recipe I had almost everything I needed to make it, so I thought, what the heck. I substituted canned chunk chicken breast (two 12.5 oz cans) for the turkey, and doubled the crackers for the topping, but otherwise followed the recipe exactly. Tarzan didn’t love it, but he also didn’t complain (which might also be part of the aforementioned “marriage improvements”). Our oldest granddaughter (who is currently living with us), liked it too. In fact, the next day, she chose the leftover casserole over the ribs Tarzan had grilled (and he was very offended).
So anyway. Things have slowed down a bit. Priorities have changed. Life is good.