Messy

I'm all for the rah-rah, we're strong, we can do this, we are beautiful army.  Except, that I'm that girl waiting to be picked for rounders.  If I'm picked for netball it's only because I'm10 years old and 5ft 6" and can be tree like, #exceedinglylongarms.

I started writing this days ago and now, I have forgotten my point so I'm just going to jump right in to what I think was the gist ...I'm finding it more and more difficult to maintain positivity.  It's true, I have to try to find the positive every single day and no, it does not come naturally nor do I necessarily find it.  I don't want to be one of those horrible, uptight, drags the day down kind of a person but lately I feel like I've become that.

It's a couple of weeks later and... I got the job.  Remember the job that I applied for one thousand years ago?  There was a lot of to-ing and fro-ing and a lot of miss communication, my department is dreadful at communicating clearly, apparently.  The main thing is, I'm so relieved I got the job and next year will bring a new start.  My 'big' boss's parting words were, 'my door is always open, I know it was a huge decision for you to leave and if in a couple of months, you think you've made a mistake, come and talk to me.'

Great to think the door is always open but shame they didn't want to do enough for me to want to stay in the first place.

Life is messy, let's just get on with it eh?