As I drive around the towns doing my job, in the back of my mind I am aware that next quarter will be the last time I do this job and see these towns. It all seems so bitter sweet. Moving on is one of those things that takes me a bit longer than it would others. Knowing things have to change and not wanting them to. In my heart I know things will get better and I will encounter difficulties but I have an obligation to myself to do the best that I can with what I am given. This job didn't pay much but there is no guarantee that my next job will pay more but the freedom and the views this job has given me will never be forgotten. So when I'm at my new job and the day is getting tough I will take a break and remind myself that I had a "beautiful" job once....
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