Do you remember flying through the air with the greatest of ease? Having the ability to fly for a couple of hours and not skip a beat? Do you remember being all:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
when flying? I do. In my head. My body, on the other hand, doesn’t seem quite as interested. I know it’s a long road back, but I also know that I’m one impatient sucker.
And I hurt. I’m so sore. It’s ridiculous. But it’s the best pain ever. By the end of summer, I’ll be back in the groove. I’ll be stretchy. I’ll be bendy. I’ll be gorgeous. Oh wait, already got that one down. 😀
Yes, lost. It’s been over a month since I posted anything. I think. Oddly, a decent amount of things have happened, and yet, I’ve felt no need to document them. I think I’d like to recap the last seven months as they apply to work. (Holy cow, we’ve been here for SEVEN MONTHS already!!)
Upon arrival, I pretty much immediately picked up a temp job through an agency. While the company was great and the people were nice, the work was certainly not anything that I wanted to do for a moment longer than necessary. As such, I always kept my eyes open. I found something a little closer to home through agency number two. There was this and that to be done before I could start and in the meantime, I had a couple more interviews. It was seriously famine for about a month and then a feast. Agency number two told me that this position was of a certain type. Well, turns out that wasn’t the case. Annoyed.
And not feeling bad about accepting a different position with agency number three, but not before a really fantastic interview at a place where I really felt that I clicked with the people there. The work was exactly what I wanted to do. It gave me interesting work and the opportunity to learn some things that I wanted to learn. Unfortunately, they just weren’t ready to make their decision and I wasn’t in a position to wait.
Agency number three put me in another place that had fantastic nice people and the opportunity to learn some things, but I kept looking back to that interview. That “what if I had waited”. It was killing me. The company for agency number three wanted to bring me on full-time. I did everything that I needed to do (and thanks to those who did their parts as well), I had the offer letter in hand, but I was still reading the classifieds.
And then I saw it. The position that I had interviewed for previously was open again. I didn’t know why it was open, but I knew that I had to try. I sent my information once again. It didn’t take long to get a response. They wanted me to come in to “interview” again. I did. And I knew it went really well. And I knew a decision had to be made. I leapt. I turned down the offer in hand and waited. Waited. Waited. Got nervous. Got really nervous. Started getting scared. Started trying to figure out how long I could last without working.
Then the email came. And all was good in the m-f-ing hood. 😀
So, I’ll know more in another day or two. Life will be good again….as if it were ever not. I live in Colorado, for Pete’s sake!