I have spent the better part of the past four years talking and writing about the cycle of things. The cycles of the littles’ lives. The cycles of depression and of grief. The seasons and the years. The cycles of a theatre production. And how the cycles of good events and bad events never seem to get around to the good. For me.
The last two months have been less of a cycle and more of a very wild ride. Dare I say, the wildest of my life? Okay. I will. I’m sure it’s been this manic before (spring of 1998 and fall of 2001, I’m talking to you) but it certainly has been a good, long while.
Let’s recap, shall we?
In July, I met a wonderful man working a show that I almost begged out of because (lamest excuse ever) big girls don’t like heat and it was forecasted to be 110 in the shade. Which turned out to be true. And I was chafed in places that we don’t discuss on this blog. I met him during the show but didn’t really fall in love until later. Because (and this is also a lame excuse) I don’t date in the business. Anymore. Or, rather, until now. Again. He makes me happy in a way I cannot even put into words. And it gets better every day.
So. There’s that.
I found and hired a nanny. This may not seem as significant as, oh, a new love but it relieved plenty of sleepless nights and worry about begging somebody to take my people so I could, oh, go and work a show or two. Or six. Whatever. I was to the point where I was pretty much as busy as I wanted to be picking up jobs here and there all over town. She wanted to quit her job so I offered her a retainer fee for x number of hours a month and it works out great.
Back in June, I had asked for prayers or whatever sent out to the universe about something life changing. And then in July I was devastated to find out that what I had asked for wasn’t to be.
Which turned out not to be true at all.
Two weeks ago, late on a Monday afternoon, I got a call from the CEO of our local symphony. I had sent in my resume months ago and had heard through the grapevine that the position I wanted wasn’t going to be filled. Ever. So the CEO calls and wants to know if I am still interested because he considers me a person of interest. The only time I want to be a person of interest, I tell you.
Brings me in for an interview. Which I ace. I knew I aced it when I walked out.
I had a soft offer 20 hours later and 3 days later an official offer.
Which I took. And confirmed today, officially.
You are looking at the words written by the new Operations Manager at the Symphony.
Seven and a half years later, I am becoming a contributing member of society, complete with a 40 minute morning commute.
I have a nanny.
I will need to go shopping because I’m pretty sure that the dress code doesn’t include track pants and/or Keen sandals.
Hey, three out of four isn’t bad.
My new dress code probably requires dry cleaning and two-inch heels. And I’ll need more than two pairs of earrings. And…maybe more makeup than what currently may or may not fill a teacup.
All kidding aside, it really has been an amazing couple of months. I know my blog and, quite possibly, my friends have been neglected. It’s kind of all I can do to pull my head out of the clouds to even function as a mother.
The littles have noticed a difference. They go between an eerie kind of calm (yes, like the kind before a storm) and being very needy. They know this is going to change our lives. I’ve said as much. They are getting used to somebody being home after school other than mom. We’ve talked about how I won’t miss the important stuff but how I probably won’t be able to make it to the Halloween parties at school.
I’m just ecstatic to be around adults all day. And, yes, I mean work AND the boy.
Part of me thinks I should have been playing the lottery all this time. And I would have had I known how this summer would turn out.
I am pleased. And pleasantly surprised. And trying not to jump up and down and shout it to everyone I see. Because I know that, as good as I have it right now, somebody somewhere is equally down.
That was me four autumns ago. And this is me now. Clawed and scraped back up. But up.
And that’s what counts.