This week marked the end of an era. After three years and nine months I left a job I had a love/hate relationship with in the travel industry. When I accepted the position it was intended to be a short stint until I found something better. That short stint endured the birth of two children, two promotions, a demotion, free travel, the making of new friends, and an enduring test of my morals, humility, patience, and professionalism.
This week I traded my ungodly retail hours, hour commute via train, rotating desk, and uniform for my own office, some snazzy new suits, and banking hours for a position with my local government. As Sunday came and went, I was not depressed thinking about Monday. Rather, I was very excited for the next chapter in my career. I’m able to utilize my finance and accounting background in order to help my community, I will never work a holiday or weekend again, and most importantly, I’m able to put my daughter to bed every night.
Oh…and I can start blogging again and practice translating some of my favorite songs into Arabic. I can’t promise to write anything in depth as my free time is quickly interrupted by the cutest baby ever and when I do put her to bed I find myself going right to sleep with her even if it’s 8:00pm!
So goodnight for now and and we’ll meet again soon friends!
I have a confession. My penmanship is terrible and it is not getting any better. The typewriter and computer have really made handwriting nearly obsolete. When I do have to write something down, it is obvious I have forgotten everything I learned in Engish classes growing up. I’m not talking about the grammar-which could use some improvement. I’m talking about the actual text. In an attempt to to write more formally, I try my hand at cursive. However, what starts out in cursive ends in non cursive. Furthermore, I tend to mix my upper case with lower case and voila! There is a jumbled mess on the paper decipherable only to myself.
I could just say forget it, but if I let the basics, such as writing, get away from me- what would be next? I decided to take on a 30 day letter writing challenge. Through this challenge I hope to not only get back the lost art of letter writing, but also get in touch with people I have not spoken to in a long time. In today’s fast paced society, it is easier and less expensive to send a text or fire off an email. I certainly enjoy writing and by writing actual letters I am forcing myself to slow down and carve some time out of my day to think about the words I’m writing on paper and the person I am writing to.
Day 1: June 1
There is a woman in my sorority who always sends me Christmas cards and other notes throughout the year. She had been on my mind to contact for some time. As I sat down to address the envelope, I really struggled. Any other time I would scribble something, post it and not give a care in the world if it was legible. This time I was very careful and the process was very tedious and time consuming. Thankfully, I decided to write in pencil so I could erase at will. “How do I connect those letters?” “That doesn’t look like an ‘a’ or ‘o'”. These are just a few of the conversations I had in my head as I grasped my mechanical pencil tightly and desperately tried to piece five sentences together. “Thank God, there is no more room on this card…Sincerely, Natasha.”
I didn’t time myself but I do know that several songs played before I was actually finished writing this brief card and my hand hurt immensely. “Why did I take on this silly challenge? Why didn’t I choose a quick challenge such as dumping ice on myself?”
I hope everyone who receives a letter from me appreciates the effort:) I’ll check back in at the end of the month to tell you how I made out.