It’s been a strange week.
I’ve learned of several deaths in friends’ and colleagues’ families. Two of my favorite yoga teachers in town are moving to Chicago. My yoga studio ripped out a wall of equipment.
DTE decided to tear up my front garden again, this time to insert plastic pipes, 6 months after tearing up the exact same spots to do it with metal pipes, and about 2 weeks after I replanted the ripped up sections. They also piled several feet of soil dug out of the lawn between the sidewalk on the road on top of newly seeded grass where we had just fixed up damage done by the people who paved our driveway.
I went to a new hairdresser for the first time in many years. I had been with Jeanne for the last 12 years or so. And, Friday I had my last formal day at my old job.
Message to Dunrie: do not get attached.
A small number of changes, hair and job, stem directly from my own decisions. A year or so ago, Jeanne moved her salon from Ann Arbor to Dexter, but now that I don’t have a car, it doesn’t make sense to haul out there when there are several places in walking distance.
Of course, I instigated the job thing, but as things are changing so dramatically at my former employer (new clients, current clients interested in expanding the relationship), it seems a strange time to leave. As I told pretty much everyone on Friday, the job I had was the closest I’d ever had to my dream job, and I wasn’t leaving because it was doomed or broken, but I just had a sense that it was time to go. It was a heart/gut thing, not particularly rational and therefore hard to explain.
I start my new job on Monday. Going with new haircut, walking so I still don’t need that car, and once I figure out where the bathroom and my chair are at the new job, I will expand the newness and change by checking yoga/workout studios in walking distance. It feels strange to leave my favorite yoga studio, but everything is getting reset at the moment, so I plan to go with it for a while, and let things recrystallize.