Tomorrow marks the end of my new job. It’s crazy to think that nearly 2 months ago I said I was unhappy about starting this job, but now I’m sad just imagining it ending. I love my job. I’ve gained so much from it. Wisdom, closure for past trauma, friendship, and perhaps more. I can’t believe that it went by so quickly and not a single day was “bad”. I just can’t believe it’s almost over. I can remember the day I walked in, confused and scared, with my anxiety workbook in my bag. Now, I’m so confident, productive, and optimistic at this job. I told myself that I wouldn’t cry, but I can’t say I’ll keep that promise to myself. This job gave me a sense of purpose and belonging that I didn’t even know I needed or was looking for.
Why is my job ending? Well, for one, it’s a seasonal job and there’s no work in the summer. Also, I feel that God is calling me to move on. I have this feeling that this experience was supposed to act as a bridge and a motivator for me to get to the next chapter and that I am not supposed to stay for very long. Have you ever experienced anything like this? Be it a job, a volunteer experience, a vacation, or even a relationship with a person that you just feel you weren’t meant to hold on to? It’s hard to explain, but I just know it’s time to move on.
The worst case became the best and that’s something I’ve witnessed God do more than once in my life. I can’t be surprised that He’s done it again. Gosh, I’m going to miss this job, my co-workers, and more than anything else, my children. Maybe every teacher feels this way every year, but I don’t want new kids to replace them, I want to keep building a relationship with these kids. I wish I could stay and watch them grow. I get teary-eyed just writing about having to leave.
I just hope I made as much of a positive impact on this job as it’s made on me.