A few weeks ago, on a Thursday, Joel and I both had a very good day.

First, I got a sweet job offer. (YES!)

Then, there was cheese stuffed pizza for lunch. (DOUBLE YES!)

Then, when I got home, Joel had vacuumed, did laundry and had started dinner. (AWWW SHEEIT!)

Then, He also found out he had won a much watched and stalked and anticipated watch on eBay that he thought he had lost the night before. (HECK YES!)

Then, he found out he earned an AMAZING photo trip through work. (AW HECK YES!)

Then, Joel made his patented Best Fried Chicken Ever chicken sandwiches. (FRICKIN YES!)

Then, there was new episodes of My 600lb Life and Teen Mom (OH FRICK YEA!)

It was one of those days where I had to sit back and think, “if this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

Now, the job offer. I had interviewed for a new role in early December, but I had to turn it down for a bevy of personal reasons, and spent the rest of the month being all WHY AM I ALLOWED TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS? and generally just full of regret. But, I was at work on this fateful Thursday when I got a call from an unknown number. I usually don’t answer unless I know who it is (serial killers), but something compelled me answer. I’m glad I did, though – because it was THE JOB and they wanted to reach out to me to see if I had changed my mind.

OH HAY GUYS THANKS FOR CALLING I ACTUALLY DID CHANGE MY MIND!

So, it’s been insanely busy since our Very Good Thursday. I gave my notice, spent two weeks working 10-12 hour days training the new hires (why is training so physically exhausting? I swear I strained my rib cage, got friction burn on my top lip from nervous chapping/rubbing, and burned my throat from so much public speaking in two weeks), tying up all my loose ends and half-finished projects, and giving exit interviews. I would come home from work only to do more work, work through most of the weekend, and then get up to be at work again at 7:15. I’ve been in burn out mode where even thinking of having a basic conversation with someone felt exhausting. By the time my last day came around, I was a potato, too tired to feel feelings. But apparently not too tired to drink 9 gin and tonics at my farewell, thereby guaranteeing that I would be absolutely useless the next day. (Note to self: You are 33, not 23.)

And now, I start a new job this week. It feels good to start this year off with a shit ton of new-ness: new job, new commute, new therapist, new hair, new me, etc. But what I’d really like to do is pull some new good habits in with all this new-ness. I have a whole stack of books to read, a list of blogs to write, and my manuscript that’s growing mold. That’s probably a pipe dream, but hey – we live in hope.

Here’s to good days and new starts – whooooo!