I would not want to be The Boss for anything these days. I don’t want the chore of being in charge of someone else’s future. I can barely handle my Todays, much less your Tomorrows.
I feel bad for all these managers who are having to lay people off.
People who need jobs, need insurance, and need the validation that their jobs give them.
I would hate to be raising a family right now, worrying about having to put food on the table, the way my own mother did for so long.
I am a very fortunate soul to live the life I do and I am completely aware of that, and thankful everyday for this life. I just told my husband last week, after I saved the chicken, “I love my life.”
I do. I really love it. Every moment of it. And trips like the one I made this weekend, to see Gordon, make me ever more mindful of how short this adventure of life is and how much I need to cherish every moment of it.
So it is with some sadness but a real peace that I tell you that I will be leaving my job at the Fayetteville Observer. I got word this morning that my job, like so many thousands of others across this nation, has been eliminated.
My last day is Friday.
This is without question the best newspaper I’ve ever worked for — the best staff and the best product. I’ll be sad to say goodbye to everyone.
But I came here because I really felt a prompting to come. I leave here knowing that God directs my steps and the wheels to my car. 🙂
I don’t know what the next chapter holds but I leave here knowing that I was meant to be here for this season, if for no other reason, to save the life of one Lucky chicken.
If one of us had to get the axe, I’m glad it was me and not Lucky.