Change

Here it is, a whole new year. 

Time is marching on and life is moving forward at warp speed…

Last week, I began the training required to become a Clinical Research Coordinator (CRC).  It will take me awhile to learn the ropes and familiarize myself with FDA requirements and coding systems (not to mention pass the required exams), but I’m already incredibly excited. 

My long-term goal is to work on pediatric food allergy studies, but in the meantime I’ll be able to work in a lab right here in my little bitty town, which is amazing in and of itself.

Tomorrow, I start a new job at the gym where I’ve been a member for nearly a decade.  I’ll be working three evenings a week, and during that time my girls will have dinner, do homework, take baths, go to bed… and be completely taken care of, by someone other than me. 

I’m trying not to lose my shit, just thinking about it.  They’ll be fine.  Right??  Just nod and say, “Yes, Dre, they’ll be fine”.  Oh, good, thanks!

And because that is clearly not enough anxiety-inducing upheaval, the girls and I will be moving at the end of the month.

I’m very sad about leaving our home, but we’re not saying good-bye to it forever.  I just can’t keep up with everything by myself, and since I’m taking a step back from the businesses Jeremy and I run out of the house, it makes a lot more sense for him to live here, instead.  

I’m a little nervous.  More than a little, if I’m being completely honest.  As much as I’m overwhelmed by all of the responsibilities that go along with living and working here, it’s familiar.  I know what I’m doing, I’m comfortable, I’ve got a routine, and everything has its place, even if I’m overly stressed. 

Beyond the difficult emotions associated with our move, though, I’m really looking forward to the benefits.  Please, may there be many.   

Here’s to hoping the girls and I survive the coming weeks with minimal damage!